Those memories I left behind trouble my heart again
In this moment, it is raw like it was just yesterday
Time heals everything, but that is just superficial
The core of my soul is still withered and sore
Your troubled heart has found peace at last
Yet I am unhappy in my inherent war
The threads we tied have finally snipped off
Finally we are even in this uneven land
There is happiness all around me, blissful and serene
Yet in my heart its waging wars unseen
Uncertain of the trouble of my heart
I worry and dread the things it might reveal
For one day, I wish the freedom of the wind
Blow unconcerned of anyone but me
For one day I wish to break the invisible shackles
Scout the lanes again hoping to find something of me
-- Deb
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