Some nights, as I wait for Sleep to come
Sorrow instead comes to visit.

Although I do not dwell upon the past,
it seems that it dwells within me.

As much as I'd like to banish them from my mind,
the scars of my history still indeed exist.
I cannot so effortlessly excommunicate myself from my past,
as it is the path which has led me to where I find myself today.

My sorrow is just as much my rudder as my joy.