method_men25

Drowsy
my breath full of grain
a light comes on
shining a message plain

The Past asks why I ignore it so
I wonder why my history cannot die
why she bears me and my sins
and continues to persist
to let me bring tears to her eye

I decide to tell her so...

I counter her question with question
counter point with proposition
knowing full well in her mind my attacks
are on her person, not her disposition
a part of me still strives to heal her wounds
to show her her flaws gently, hoping for change
but a part of me cares not,
rather wishing to be left alone

It is her I have outgrown...

But still she clings to me,
like every dragon I've had to slay in her name
every demon she cannot face, every inconceivable pain
she clutches near all who stay, praying they'll remain
no matter how it hurts
for without me
without them,
she might find herself
by herself

I wish her nothing but the best...

That one day she may flourish
freed
no longer a creature
of habit,
simply reacting to the world
fighting all the time
and grasping at straws
but rather strong, sovereign
needless

..but for now, I must move on