Like a tattoo or a surgery scar
This is here with me for always, all ways.
I could soar out of reach, shoot like a star,
But no new environs could avert its gaze.
It has made its intentions perfectly clear
And smiled in glee to see me crumble.
Yes, it is most determined to stay here,
Basking in delight each time I stumble.
One may think the past can be locked away,
Held in suspension under the floorboards,
But sooner or later they do give way
And reality breaks free and flies towards.
Though I may have thought it a remnant of former days
It has made a reservation for always, all ways.