My skin is my journal,
Books can get lost,
But these scars will last,
I will always know where they are,
Ink can get smudged,
But these scars will forever be there,
Standing out,
Each a reminder of something,
Books can be read by strangers,
But this skin I will keep hidden,
Only I will be the author and the reader.
My skin a map of my life,
I as the cartographer and the explorer.
YOU ARE READING
From Thoughts To Words
Poetrya collection of words drawn from my thoughts,observations,conversations...
