skin

I am but aged skin

Eyes reddened with all I've seen

Nails blunted from walls I've scaled

Hair that flailed in many winds

Journeys that were so long and hard
Sometimes unable to take one more step
Spat out with waters soaked in my blood
With room to breathe but I can only sigh

Forks & betrayals so many I couldn't recall

Tears are water, don't wash off blood

My collections of roses and thorns and mud

I fell and crawled and stood up again

Rode aspiration horses of broken legs

Uprooted from land that was mine, familiar

My heart sent off to a permanent exile

So yes I don't know how to cry

Now I smile, and laugh but it ends in ache

Such stories you couldn't imagine in dreams

My accounts could save you some wounds 

Won't you sit a while, listen to me?

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--Reena

April 7th 2015