I am reminded of a time so young and bold
truth not told.
Some say young love so brave only exists in a story book -
yet it was my life.
I am many layers. Thick and course, thin and smooth.
I have traveled far
Loved long
Lost hard.
It has made me who I am today
but what are the consequences we pay?
Does time heal wounds so deep?
When I scratch the surface
will I uncover miles of pricks and thorns
or times I adore?
