Scars Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Scare not with scars
Let them be a grave where you are reborn
Emerge a wildflower of rich petals
Die not to give them life
Live to see them fade instead
Your godly essence, maintain

Their silence should scream your precious existence
For they are robes we wear
Like broken pedals to our purposes in life
Still to furrow us in lanes when we become strays
They reveal how we tripped off tracks away from genuine selves
When the claws of time drove sweet moments to sourness

Behold!
Kings have crowns
Beauty Queens drew totems on the faces
But humans are species of scars
What matters is the laughter after