A long road, my story travels.

Far back it goes.

Rewriting – deceptive labor.

Pain bore through, eyes run dry.

Through the night, Sounds of a silent cry Pervade the room.

Why are those the moments I remember?

Constantly Sowing good deeds yet persistently seeking love.

Am I a monster?

With my child-like behavior?

‘BeCause this despair I feel

Rides my back like a hostile soldier.

Forget sweet child, Let alone your pain, Rewrite your story!

No!

Rewrite – deceptive labor

Let me be, you pain

Get lost on your travels,

You story.

~ [words from 15 year old me] ~