SCARRED

I tread lightly, but give my all to conform to your embrace:

thrashed to the winds, no regards for the merciless tides.

asking myself in silence: is this surplus of pain worth your miniscule calm waters?

my feet are blistered and scarred

my hands wrinkled and worn

my eyes red and weary

my heart….just tired

yet I cling to your crashes and sways, no regard for the obstacles and dangers

as with that pain and sorrow was momentary peace and serenity

now, waking on the barren shores, my body is healing

my heart, slowly, and in time, will.

yet, I often long for your embrace, throbbing scars as the final reminiscence