Scarred Feet

I have a story. Come
Close, I shall let you hear.
They're inscribed on my feet
History and past.

Count the number of scars,
Each one has a tale
And under the streetlight
Let us sit to hear them
Straight away. Like you
Were the creator unknown
To your sin. You were
The silence we left at the brim.

Come try to comfort them-
Scars of an age, that
You know not of like I do.
Come weep tears of sympathy
Now, because tomorrow they'll
Tell a different tale.

Treasure this sight under
The streetlight bright, and
Tell me how justice for
Love is served. Tell me
That you will unravel
The secrets, even those I
Know not myself.

Whisper words of wisdom
Speak of how a time will come;
When the scars disappear but
The feet remain-unmarked in
Deep histories. Come close,
I shall let you hear
The darkest times tell a tale-
Of surprise and distress
All the same. Come close,
O stranger, let you hear
My scarred feet tell a tale.

Come close, O loved one,
Hear me out. My scarred feet
Aren't still out of tales.