Sitting here haunted
My thoughts are reservoirs
But they can be art
For I'm living art
Filled with emotional memory
Pain that always drips
and aches as I age in life
But it helps me grow
And though I do love,
I am wrapped in hatred's thorns
Not all wounds will heal
I have changed, but some things don't.
Undoubtedly due to my ambition and drive for stability, I do tend to hold on to the hate that was put in me long ago. And it is a pain that I have had many in my life denounce as something insignificant...
Some part of me wants to let that hate go, but the other part is afraid to.
I just count my lucky stars that I'm still here.
This headache is just reminding me of my wounds and scars.
But this is a conduit to which I can let it out.
Be back soon!