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HEALED
I was thumbing through my inner script
The stories that I tell to me
About this time and that other time
All dusty rubble and sad debris
Why I am the way I am
Why I feel the way I feel
Some of these stories lost in a haze
Some still vivid and nightmare real
When I came across a new blank page
Where a bad situation used to be
It was gone, no trace left
No images, no tragedy
I remember what was written there
Like a memory of a memory
I had shared the story with a friend
Now it was gone, and I was free.
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