A Mile and a Half of Scars
My scars are roadmaps to a past
of places I thought I belonged
of places I never should have gone to
and to where I never had a chance to belong.
A particular path led to a place of grand spirit and beauty
now silenced and long since overgrown.
The footprints turning to stone.
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