Forever Worn

Will I ever get back

to who I used to be

before the abuse

and the misery?

Before mistreatment

and misunderstandings,

miscommunications and

unhappy endings?

Or am I forever worn,

like the rounded edges

of an eroded rock?

Has the timid touch

of innocence

escaped the memory

of these fingertips?

Will the taste

of a first kiss,

full of promise and hope

ever again touch these lips?

Can I even remember innocence?

Because I am tired.

Oh, so tired.