I wish the scars of the soul could be seen

I wish the scars of the soul could be seen

The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.

The purest souls are the ones shaken to the core, robbed of their light and placated with the darkness of the world as their light was too blinding for them to do so. They cut their angelic wings of goodness only to forge their animosity. The purity in their soul and the innocence of their spirit knows no bounds but when it dies, run! A heart that had only pure intentions once it loses its essence becomes ruthless in its darkness that knows no entirety. Kindness once treated with coldness beyond its limits often cuts deeper in its plight when it dies.

Life is unfair and that is the only truth. I have heard tales of humans who only wanted to be loved, to be appreciated turn into the most calculative and apathetic creatures people ever knew. Those who once were soft and radiating as sunshine become the coldness and severity of the darkest and lightless nights, that is the tragedy of life. Survival teaches you to be the most resilient in environments where being soft and honest would kill you every day. Once you walk through a storm, you won't remember how you were before.

The aftermath will only know its present, the before and the after is a matter of fate and divinity. Time does not heal you, it only makes you accustomed to pain in its regularity, the entirety of the moments that broke you will always remain etched in the depths of your soul. The permanence of the impermanence is less frequently spoken.

How impermanent are the moments that break us, yet how permanent are the scars, the haunting memories and the underlying anger that keeps on lingering?