The cruel claws
Of my own hands
Prick deeply through my skin
To the bone
I kicked, my voice ceased
Darkness my only witness
Watches from the other side
With a hanging smile
Cannot even lend a hand
To shield me from me
Seen by none
But me alone sees
My very bones, my heart
Feeds it every part of life
I cannot even hide
From my shadow
With the aid of darkness
But not from this me
Dire in dreams
Hidden from eyes
Traceable in trance
Borne in men - me
Before my birth
Its umbilical cord
Runs through me
This is the scar.
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©Uche Uwadinachi
