Delicate lace
Imprints my palm
And symbols of faith
Tattooed on arm
Waves on crown
Hair grows so thin
Untouched by blade
On thigh and shin
Fingers bitten
Nails short and blunt
Stories on back
Hope riding in front
Muddy paths
Staining my feet
And ridid toes
Ignoring the beat
Breasts carved small
And ribs poke free
Frame thought weak
Bears the weight of me
Faintly drawn clouds
Days roaming slow
Subtleties roar
Guiding where to go
I follow not knowing
Which way to turn
Does it matter?
Either way, I’ll learn.
