Returned

Walking home, I feel the wind of relief calm my heart, my tensed body unties, the cold breeze and light glide into my skin with pride, dancing across my skin, the door opens with warm air, weeping out people who will not judge my scarred heart, she asks if I'm ok, my heart aches but I say the same "yes" she brings in a embrace, I feel safe, thanks to her, I can bandage my scars, even if it's just for a bit.