time has not healed me; I will heal myself - 8:30 PM

what's changed?

my heart's grown tender

my soul has been liberated

my mind is expanding

they are my tools.

my tools for healing.

still, my aura grips the

grotesque traces from my past.

alas, healing never was supposed to be

easy.

I guess I have to come to terms

with the days where my heart

is deserted at sea

during the stormy summer months,

I have to come to terms with

the falling of the leaves

in autumn,

the memories from past pleasures

spring had bestowed on me.

nothing, though, can take away

the fact that spring will come back.

the sunshine, the warmth, the rebirth

it will all return to me.

for now, I will find the magic

in the desolate lands.

for pain is never beautiful,

it is raw and unhinged.

but the strength that comes with it

is a force to be reckoned with.

it is a beauty in itself

that I will find

infinite amazement in.