The Scar

Amongst many things that along years we leave behind,

Past is something that never gets out of mind.

Though I try hard to make my present well defined

The guilt from within restrains me from getting refined.

I walk towards my destination but at times trip,

I wish to climb, but the support beside provides no grip;

I stuff all my carried over and pull up the zip:

I wonder whom I’ve to address it to when apology slips out of my lip.

A fall, initially gives too much pain,

People can spot it; though I cry in rain.

Though carefully I medicate, it all goes in vain;

For, there is a glowing scar that is certain to remain.