Scars.

Fierce, if a word was enough to describe her.

Held a volcano in her eyes, stone for a heart, steel for a soul.

Bullets spoke what her lips don't , scars narrate her story.

' One of a kind'.. soothing as snow, but deadly as the cold.

Again, she had to leave for her next new scar,

A mission only she could pull off, or so they say.

And she proceeded- To shackle her boldness, without killing it,

                               To let her frozen heart beat, without melting it.

                               To smother her fire- without extinguishing it.

For, this time, she had to act in love with a man she were to slay.

So, she covered her steel soul  in black,

off to seduce an enemy she had to spy.

Met him through well planned coincidences,

A man with the same fire in his eyes.

And time soared, and as planned- he proposed,

A happy wedding, or so they thought-

But only she knew, she had a heart of beating stone,

that she wasn't capable of being happy or distraught.

Bored, one day, she decided to clean up his attic,

And dusty in a corner, she found his toy gun and journal.

Out of sheer curiosity, she proceeded to read it,

Deciphering his illegible handwriting, taking in his words, eternal.

And oh! those old papers- they were like a mirror,

She was him in every way, the same steel soul!

But no- she couldn't let him know, that he too, was her.

She couldn't let herself fall for a man she was to kill.

For he worked for the evil, while she, for the right.

So she froze her heart even more, and acted soft,

Coz darkness never dies, without being murdered by the light.

But something told her- this was going to be her worst scar.

And soon it was time - she had her orders, she had to be strong,

Knew his plans, knew he was evil - but ain't she evil too?

Is the right always right, and the wrong always wrong?

He was but working for his people, as she was for her's.

But life, in its own way had its irony-

She had to kill a man her heart now beats for.

And there she was- unshackling her boldness,

                              erupting her volcano,

                              and reloading her hidden gun,

Not too soon did she realize, he was standing right behind her, at the door.

She stared into his blue eyes, red with her betrayal,

And for the first time in her life, she was afraid her tears would douse her fire.

Choking on her words - her cheeks red hot,

She said, "I wish I could explain, but my bullets speak for me,

I found myself in you, but only in losing you, can I get my scar"-

                         And she shot.

Reviews

[Nickdykstra]

Great job with creativity, keep up the good work.. feedback could help on mine to make mine better I can learn from this .

[Darknessmymuse.]

Thank you!

[Ashwin Shanker]

Storytelling through poetry done at its best. I enjoyed the Love-hate chemistry between the protagonists, the wordings that you have used to explain the conflicts that is within her. Shackles that she is confined in. Perhaps the best of poetry is those which evoke a strong emotion within us. Yours did that to me.
Congrats for that.

[Darknessmymuse.]

Thank you so much!!

[tanmay7551]

A very gripping tale through a Poem. Well done. Reminded me of 'Mr and Mrs Smith' movie featuring Brad and Angelina Jolie in some ways.

[Darknessmymuse.]

Thank you so much! And yeah.. It reminded me of the movie too but i realized it only much later :)