A scar on the face,

Big, ugly, and visible.

It made people notice and ask.

Some with concern,

some with curiosity and gossip.

“Are you alright?”

“Does it hurt?”

“What happened?”

Over time, it healed, and the pain was gone.

But, something remained.

What caused the pain,

The person who caused it,

The words that led to it,

The actions that came before and after it.

That continued to give her a scar,

That got bigger day by day.

Yet, sadly, nobody noticed,

Neither asked out of concern,

nor for mere gossip.


I’m participating in #BlogchatterA2Z and this post is the eighth one corresponding to the alphabet ‘H’. Know more about the challenge and my theme here. See you tomorrow with the next alphabet and a poem around another human emotion.

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