Times change, wounds heal
The scars may remain
And when the scab shrivels and is shed
May be then it will become
easier to share the thorns and thistles under my feet
Until then let me just tread gently
knowing that there is this cosy place here
With a few dear people who have my back
by just being there
Who understand my unspoken words
Because sometimes utterances can be scary, exhausting
No comments:
Post a Comment