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The healing process;
Progression of pain.
Sunny skies, or
Cloudy with rain?
So many views, yet
All are the same.

So many wild spirits
Inside me to tame.
Am I losing & leaving,
Or staying the same?
It seems I shall need
Some help with this change.

Time flickers by,
And still you stay;
Is it that you can't leave,
Or that you won't run away?
You somehow seem
To covet me.

I mind, but I don't.
I want to cry, but I won't.
Yet, deep inside, I hold it still;
My medicine, my little pill.
My memories help pull me through;
I need only remember you.

You're always there
If ever I look;
Our story, written,
Like in a book.
The sinews of my heart,
You've shook.

My dearest friend, I hate to part
And leave another broken heart.
But, I fear, if I shall stay,
That I shall wind up just the same;
Another wandering, broken heart
Who should have had the nerve to part.

With that being said, I cannot impart
How you have been there, from the start.
These words mean nothing, yet mean so much;
It's impossible to describe these feelings and such.
So thank you, my friend, for all that you've done.
Maybe, in time, I can learn not to run.

From every disaster, imagined, or real.
I always run from what I feel;
The trauma of my past regrets,
And many things I've left unsaid.
I'm learning, trying to change my ways,
But these things take time, that is all I can say.

So, in time, I suppose we shall see
If I run to you, or if I run from me.
My past is so hard to forget
And yet, you carry no regrets.
I only hope that you know I do care.
Thank you, my muse, for always being there.