Marks of Recklessness

I caught a glimpse, that line on my skin,

reminder of folly, a battle I couldn’t win.

A night filled with laughter, reckless delight,

youthful abandon that blurred wrong and right.

Adrenaline surged, a thrill in the dark,

I chased after edges, igniting a spark.

But the moment of freedom soon led me to pain,

a scar carved in memory, a mark of disdain.

Now it stands there, a whisper of years,

the price of my choices, the laughter, the tears.

I trace it with fingers, a map of my past,

a reminder that beauty and chaos can last.