Scars

Sitting in the sand, warm and comforting Watching boats in the distance. My shoes In my hand. Around me laughter, children. Towels, people. Incomprehensible language foreign land. Moving a loose strand of my Blond curls behind my ear. I carefully stand. I watch my feet only, leaving footprints behind Shallow pools of water, created by me walking Steps meet resistance in me. I am blind to The stares, or not blind, awkward, ignoring Askance glares. Whispering. I refuse to put Back on my shirt. These scars invading Their joy on sunny days, ice cream and innocence. With dignity I collect my shattered senses As in a dream I retreat, behind me whispering And resuming and relief uncanny, shame Why shame. I meet compassionate eyes Leaning against the fence, outsider, nothing, thing.