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Checkers

  • Writer: Maitha Alhabtari
    Maitha Alhabtari
  • Jan 29
  • 1 min read

Everyone's playing checkers with their scars,

saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.

But I'm not ready to get out without a broken heart,

I want to stay in this game, even if it's just to start.


My scars, they're a part of me, they tell my story,

a tale of heartache and pain, a struggle to survive.

But I won't let them define me, I won't let them win,

I'll keep on playing, even if I have tochin.


In this game of life, we all have a part to play,

a role to fill, a purpose to unveil.

Some of us are checkers, some are knights, some are queens,

and some of us, we're still just learning to be.


But no matter where we are in this game, we all have hope,

a chance to start anew, to make things right.

We can't undo the past, we can't change the pain,

but we can learn to love ourselves, and leave the blame.


So I'll keep playing this game, with all of my heart,

and though the scars may still be there, the pain will start.

I'll leave this life shattered, but with hope,

a chance to heal, a chance to find love, and to grow.

 
 
 

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