15.4.21

When I sit in room
And try to figure out
How to survive the longing nights
I remember

When I'm saying goodbye
To friends while I walk away
And thinking What's next
I remember

I remember
Some bruises meant to stay
To show where you at today
And if it ugly looking
And you want to rub it away
It is what it is

When I stray back home
And the darkness hugging from above
I kick the wandering rock on road
And remember

When I'm ready to fall asleep
And you keep only falling
Into a shivering loop of thoughts
I remember

I remember
Some bruises meant to stay
To show where you at today
And if it ugly looking
And you want to rub it away
It is what it is

These scars
Across you
Sets apart
The desperate anger
And the sacred self-compassion
And you skipping
Between