welcome to my castle !

A poem to begin

There was an old woman 

Felt old as the sea 

Skin scratched and all bumpy

Reds, browns and navy

Her body a scorecard

For what her mind played 

In secret, dark corners 

Where memories stayed

This tattered, worn woman

Lived not in a shoe

Such sturdy protection 

She did not pursue

Her feet, bare and calloused 

Hands fearless

Her heart, stripped and tender

She felt all She heard 

Breath fumbled and scurried

From panic and fears

Then rhythmic, deep, focused

Strong, pulsing with tears 

The mind can forgive them

Forget what is true 

The body remembers 

A scorecard to view