Speaking to a new friend I found a new scar
My inability to trust
Words are spoken and I ask myself is this the truth
I must return to the openness of my youth
I must leave a crack in the door
if I want to be able to live and explore
But this proves difficult because of before.
Experiences come to make you who you are
Some take the shape of a wound, a scar
New beginnings affected by past war's
What for, that remains to be seen
So I can figure out what all this means.
I woke up this morning and looked at my surroundings
All this is mine for once
A feeling of self worth? Or just happiness?
It's not lonely anymore for now, I feel finesse
not the past sadness following an emotional mess.
Is this a passing score to life's test?
Questions keep coming, some remain unanswered
The quest continues to find reason
I can't wait for the change of season, Spring, summer and fall
Will I spring up to take another fall
or just continue to stand tall
or see more days where I wish I had padded walls?
Ha ha ha, what a funny mental picture
as I continue to write this type of literature
that will be read now and in the future
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