And all of a sudden,
the past doesn't seem
so vital anymore—
my scars
may be still there
but they aren't quite as
open and raw—
I begin to feel hope
that they might fade away
if I embrace
this healing
and believe in
the promise of a
new day.
Poetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Ins... More
And all of a sudden,
the past doesn't seem
so vital anymore—
my scars
may be still there
but they aren't quite as
open and raw—
I begin to feel hope
that they might fade away
if I embrace
this healing
and believe in
the promise of a
new day.