ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Bid Goodbye

Sometimes,

We hold onto something,

Which gives us pain,

Drives our sanity into insane,

Makes us sad,

To the point of being mad.

Sometimes,

We wear some past,

Which is an irreparable wound,

Underneath still the debris persists,

Make our step on weak,

And something we don't believe,

But we seek.

That something,

Changes us,

Of we are,

Of what we want.

That scar moulds us,

Into some sculpture,

We ain't.

When you are caught,

In such a marsh,

Where suffering 

Seems unending.

Let out a sigh,

And  let that something go,

Just bid goodbye.