Poem: The Scar

Poem: The Scar
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Life presents us with choices.

Choices of love,

friends,

and choices of living.

I made a choice to love a man,

who didn’t love me.

Instead, he hurt me.

The pain will forever be.

He left me with a scar,

which is visible physically and mentally.

Every time I’m alone,

the painful past lingers on.

I try to forget

the man who affected me in such a way

that memories seem like yesterday.

Nevertheless, I exist,

as a person with a scar.