Poetry: Tried

Tried
===============================
I know I find some reasons
To sit at home alone —
I teem with seething treasons
That scarred me to the bone.

Enchanted or not,
My life is different;
No place to grow cold.

In passing I’m not,
My life, significant;
Continuing to grow bold.

A blanket to cover
The wounds, so old.
Chapped lips, dry mouth,
Hands tightly clasped in fold.