Tarnished

Memories, or rather… Metaphorical shards of glass embedded in my sanity and tormenting my very soul I want to purge them from my mind so that I can once again be whole I am an old tattered book My pages dog-eared and worn I want to give birth to myself and once again be born New, pure, clean, and sheltered Untarnished and untouched by the pain of this world Only anticipation of what is yet to unfurl Am I forever damaged? Or shall time be the bandage upon my tender wounds? Broken and scarred I gaze upon the moon And she is still there, just as she was when I was a child Only these eyes have seen much more Through my pain I have discovered wisdom lies in it’s core However one views the world, is how they will inevitably perceive it Now I understand that it is knowledge that we gain through all that we endure Life is merely a collection of experiences, you never know what’s behind each door