Could years pass
And the air still reek of my haunted past?

Could rivers flow
And still come to an abrupt end?

Could cherry trees blossom
And their bloom still fade?

Could mountains, hills and valleys stand
And the earth still holds them firm?

These questions I ask
My mind trapping them without an answer,
And with no one to reassure me
That I can be free from my ******* to fear;

A burden forced on me
By the harshly gust of nature enveloping my past!
One I am forced to bear
Its malodor hovering like a smoke

At what cost in life would be so enormous
To have the one thing I seek?
A thing much precious than all the riches in the embrace of the world;
One to overcome my fear,
And bring an end to shackles only I can see

Emeralds and pearls, I desire not
But the matching keys to my longing release
And if ever again I'll be able to walk,
I shall travel far and wide,
Proclaiming my return...

~Ciara