Sometimes I miss my yesterdays
I miss the pain because it is familiar
And even tho it hurt, I know how to treat the wounds
Now instead I have scars
And open holes for new potential
but for the thorns living in my heart,
growing long and dangerous to defend
from the pain
making it so hard, to let anyone in
Just when I think I might be able to fill a hole
I notice how illfit they are for my soul,
they are a square in my rectangle
and the open edges are an echoing sadness that deepens the ruts
Scream ,Breathe, Live, Feel
The echo of what was good almost makes the scars look beautiful
So I touch them and remember what was

Written By:@writerreyes

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