Journeys

I wear my hoody,
to hide the trace of scars.

 

Making a path,
starting at my wrist,
moving up my arm.

When I run out of space,
I'll switch hands.

Starting a whole new journey,
filled with adventures of the night
across this sacred land.

Reviews

[melissa]

wonderful piece you can really feel the pain....

[V]

Well-written tiny piece. I particularly like the ending stanza.

[zaneybear]

thank you so much for your time, reading and reviewing:)