I wandered through
The attic
Dusting off
The trunk
Of black regret
I gingerly
Unlock it
Inside
I pick it up
My memory
Of what
Was done
Blowing off the
Cobwebs
I start to cry
Blurry vision
The emotions rising
I open it up
And see it there
Press play
And watch
What was done
Where
How
The scare
The nightmare
I continue on
My breath getting shallow
The memories
Of times since then
The absolute horror
Of what happened
Me screaming
"Why would I do that"
Seeing me
visit again
and again
To that point
Not knowing
Looking there
Screaming again
Shaking my head
How could he do this
Coming home and
Forgetting the milk
My mind in oblivion
All over
A simple
Orchard
I sit there
And close the lid
To the trunk
As the little girl
I once used to be
Comforts Me
Saying I love you.
Can you see it Dwelling within my soul That silent memory Hurting me internally And as I see it There trembling in its mystery I walk slowly And touch it, it burns me With a deep intensity that I run That I cry, and do not return And chose to forget its mystery And I sit down, with the flowerpots behind me And stir my teacup in the shadowed sunlight Many years later And notice my hand shaking It is the memory Resurfacing, just as I stir my tea And I forget And then as I plant the flower The following spring In the pots, the hot sun Causing beads of sweat on my forehead I notice my breath is gone Not because of the weather But the silent memory And as I watch the tv, I realise The memory does not go The memory will return And the only way to resolve it Is to show its Soul to the moonlight. Don't run from it, turn and face it. |
| Its the monsters breath Getting slight He is trying to get at you With all his might He is trying to scare you now As he did before And here you are trying to calm and more You thought this would be easy Not as hard as this You have been given ideas To return to bliss You dont want to lay vunerable To the monsters teeth And really you know Whats lying beneath But what if he's not, that monster in disguse What if he is just a nice kind man Who wants to help as he tries It is your filter, the monsters put on Effecting you now every year on The panic you feel, is the filters glare Reminding you of the times back there All I know now, is you can escape You can keep yourself safe Not put up with his hate You have the power, deep within That little girl loves you Your protecting her from sin So here is a flower She gives you for now She lets you cry, she lets you howl She lets you shake, she lets you ball She lets you walk, she lets you crawl You have held her hand, through the worse terror yet Something 99 percent of people would rather forget You can protect her, you can get through The courage is right there Because You love You. |
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