Denial pulls thick wool over our eyes,
Over our sense of raw reality;
It's not over until it's over,
When things reach their end.
But blood boils up like lava
Exploding in words that wear others down
And burn our thin-skinned throats,
Scarring who we are.
Scars remind us of our injuries,
Inviting the unwelcome 'why's' and 'should have's'
That cycle through our muddled minds,
Minding not their own business
Until blame beats us bleak,
And we remember the missing piece
That filled the soul's hole,
Wholly giving our lives light.
But the world flies by,
By and by we say 'goodbye'
To everything we've ever known;
For such is life.