A piece of me lingers, caught in the web of yesterday's hurt.
In the quiet dark corners of my mind, shadows of past wounds remain.The scars no longer wounds, but stories, etched skin deep.
I edge forward but fragments of who I was,
Left behind with the ache, grounded in the soil of memories good and bad.
A warrior's song to the dark lonely night.
Kayt
14/5/24
