That scar.
All you've got, is what's left
It's not right that what you felt
Someone told you
What you had, was what
Had saved you from
Your future self.

Don't apologize
For what you didn't find
Seeded feel within the floor,
Of your feet,
Your rooted self

My thoughts penned down
Tumbled out
Round and round like a washing machine
Like words written on skin
Fading everyday leaving tiny pigment marks within