Scabs

Transgression in mind appoligies in hand. Truth dissapates comparable; blown vastly as sand. So small yet gathered gracefully grand. Spread in vain returned unmanned.

What has been done? Is all over too soon? No wound still open? Woes left to soothe? Gratefully stammering at the journey forth loomed. Was it for self, or motive to bloom?

Questioned to recover and return unscathed. Willingly giving. Ambitious to grave. Entitlement awaiting; predestined yet plain. Slowly withdrawing from knowledge obtained.

Ominous and prudently awaitng a call. Beckoning rationally begging the fall. Opening sores to the center of all. Carrying the masses stopping the wall.