Stories We Carry
by Mae Pike
· 22/03/2026
Published 22/03/2026 16:34
Brushing my teeth, I glimpse in the glass,
a birthmark’s secret, a shadowed pass.
It catches the light like a whispered tale,
reminding me summers, both bright and pale.
Nestled in skin, a story unfolds,
a mark of my journey, the truth it holds.
Years slip by, but this stays the same,
a silent witness, the heart of my name.