THE BOOK OF ME

If one were to open the cover
of the book that is me
and look inside...
where would they begin
to decipher
the patterns on my soul
... the twists and the turns
and the many scars..
those made in payment
of my growing old
Would they see the mists
of happinesses past
or only the traveling dust
of my journey...
Would they turn away
or sit and hold my hand...
whispering...
'I know... I know...'