Driftwood

You have deep scars that not many can see, but you show them all to me.

Many of my scars are showing, but I have others, others that are much deeper, that only you can see.

You try to protect me, as you block the winds and the waves from reaching my open surface.

You carry the weight of so many, as people walk on you so that they can look inside of me, like my wounds are open just for that very purpose.

You seldom leave my side, when the winds blow or someone rolls us apart, you always find a way back to my side.

Nature brought us here, to finish out this life together.

We were both once deeply rooted trees, now here we are, on this shore, waiting for the tides to take us away once more.

-M.