He was angry, he was hurt, his heart all muddied, dragged though the dirt, he felt a pain that had left him cold, his inner child could not bear this world,
Try as he may to find his peace, his sorrow he could not release, until one very fateful day, his inner child came out to play,
For he met a girl who could reach inside, he no longer felt the need to hide, as she knew his trauma and she knew his pain, she knew the feeling of being left in the rain.
Imprints in the ashes, barefoot I walk this road, cut deep in my shoulders, as it try to bear this load, prayed for a cool breeze, then what I got was snow, asked for warmer days, and found desert sand below,
This road is unforgiving, it will make you not forget, every blister a cruel memory, every cut a deep regret, the more you try to fight it, with more resistance you’re met,
With every lonely step I take, more blood runs down my back, lashes from the ones I love, they won’t cut me some slack, I stop, I pause, I turn around, this road is just too rough, I drop this weight off from my back, I feel I’ve had enough…
Pandora Poems 