Sun streaming
harsh hard lines
every scar highlighted
no hiding
prying eyes
feeling was not enough
they have to see
echoes of wounds
thought to be healed
but ever present
Soul screaming
clear as dawn
each word returning
no apologies
regrets
waking is hard enough
you have to move
no one can tell you
which way to turn
so follow your own beat
The Word Rummager 
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