Pains of the past become pains of the present,
A single memory, or just fragment stirs up an argument ,
About who was wrong or what should've been done ,
Who's punchline will be the nastiest? to prove they've won?
The truth hurts but so does reopening an unhealed wound,
But what if you truly need some space? Or even just a little room?
To reconstruct your thoughts and your perceptions,
To resolve unattended pains that are rebirth from tattered emotions.
Don't be too hard on yourself give your self time,
You carried the burden of so many,
selflessly,
but it's time you erase them from the canvas of your mind.
