Scars, I have a few
Not a lot, just enough
To know they’re markers of pain,
Yet feel it no longer.
Like they’d had enough
And could fit no more
That part of me dead,
With resilience as a parting gift.
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Scars, I have a few
Not a lot, just enough
To know they’re markers of pain,
Yet feel it no longer.
Like they’d had enough
And could fit no more
That part of me dead,
With resilience as a parting gift.
Vagabond Prophet