Healing?
once, twice, again
it's like we never learn
my mistakes are my own
not of another's concern
unwanted memories,
one day they will burn
only to haunt me and eventually return
undying feelings, too harsh dealings
this story goes forever,
floor to the ceiling
i might be down
but you'll never catch me kneeling
i'm an onion in the process of peeling ...
healing.
(written 09/17/10)
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