The winds were feirce, the skies were gray, there'd been no storms like storms that day.
Though I had wounds with pain quite real, I did have scars that never healed.
Those scars were feelings from the past, not held together by a cast.
Those scars were things they all had said, that stuck like glue inside my head.
I climbed up mountains, marched through snow, no place to stay, no place to go.
They broke my heart beyond repair. They caused me pain, and showed no care.
But when they found themselves alone, trapped where only darkness shone,
where every movement tests their safety, slightest changes harm them greatly,
I reached out to bodly save them. I taught them love, and I forgave them.
Now we live, them and I, in perfect stillness, in harmony.
Though I had wounds with pain quite real, I did have scars, and now they've healed.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoezieI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
