
Tiny scars on body started to fade away
Soon enough to walk through the chilly air
Covered in her father’s old tweed,
She stepped out early in the morning
She could hear trees banter behind
She could see a hundred eyes unkind
Her petite body started shivering
Skin shrieked in pain
But she is no more in tears
Looking away, she waved at fears
When a swollen belly whispered old rhymes,
They diffused melodies like wind chimes
Faded scars were covertly ingrained
She stopped and only listened