cant sleep, thinking too deeply, wrote this. far from done but what the hell im posting it anyway…

My past is changing
My scars remain, Pink and shinny
No longer do they bring hate

Each one is a story
Something I felt along the way
Sometimes I’m not sure if I still feel
But I do remember

Should I turn around?
Where’s the rain?
What happened to my pain?

I kind of miss it
I dance and reel in the past
I fly and spin, on tiptoe, hoping to fall into
A past I don’t think I’ll feel again
I ache so deeply for it

Dark dreams and misery
Alone and frightened
Blissfully unaware

The answers have healed into my scars
Hidden within from me,
I’m wanting to open that day again

Should I turn around?
Where’s the rain?
What happened to my pain?

Could I turn around?