Another Scar to Fulfill My Destiny

I have scars on my hands.

Scars which the world may deem ugly.

 

But to me they mean power.

They define me.

 

“How did you gain these scars?” you ask.

“It’s a long story for a very long day.

Not one for today.” I reply.

His curiosity doesn’t seem to be satisfied.

So, I add, “These scars mean only positive things for me.”

 

He seems to have accepted my response.

At least, he shows that he has.

Except his eyes speak a different language.

Is it curiosity I see in them? Or is it anxiety?

 

However, we are here,

At this ridiculous coffee shop for an interview.

Honestly, it’s all a business to me.

I reassure him, “my rough hands mean only good things.

Things you wouldn’t have never explored before.

Territories that have been unchartered till date.”

 

He says nothing; only looks.

Curiously, anxiously, nervously, eagerly.

I can’t make out.

 

I need to work on reading him better.

That’s going to be a necessity

If I work for him.

 

He has a basic list of questions.

The usual.

However, his eyes seem hungry for more.

More detailed information.

 

I tell them, ‘Not so soon, there’s still time for all that’.

Once our contract is signed,

Hunger will be thoroughly forgotten.

I beam with pride as I think that.

 

He does his part swiftly.

Signs the contract and pays the bill for our coffee.

He don’t seem very happy

Besides I don’t care for his happiness.

 

I am finally living my dream.

I have fulfilled my lifelong passion today.

A passion that has given me another new scar today.

A scar that will let me live out my destiny.

Habits

Bit by bit,

He vowed to leave his bad habits behind.

He gave himself a year to fight them off.

He had planned to start slow.

Begin with the easier ones

He knew it would be hard but not impossible.

His habits had taken everything from him,

It was time he switched them with a better life.

Target one: Alcoholism.

He switched his whiskies with fruit juices,

His brandies with fruits,

His vodka with colas

And his beer with water.

It was very hard in the beginning

But eventually he kicked the devil liquid out from his life.

Target two: Smoking (everything)

He filled his trash can with his smokes,

All of them of every kind.

He thought he would give it to someone,

Then he thought he’d just burn them all apart.

But finally settled with dumping them in the garbage yard.

His clouded judgement was now clearer.

He could think clearly and see things he couldn’t see before.

Target three: Get a job and stick to it.

This one was very hard for him.

He had no CV, no education and no one to help him.

But he decided he wanted this,

So he set out and got a job of a janitor at a small resto

He set his mind to doing his best and knew he would conquer his goals.

It took him months but he did it.

He successfully revamped his life and cleared himself of his bad habits.

He was 60 but after a lifetime of haze,

He finally had figured it out

And found his peace.