Hidden deeply inside and sheeted within me,
hate is the feeling that knowledge can bring.
My face twists into an expression with a breef gut of rage when I remember secluding myself in that cage.
Memory ccame back and I found it quite frightening,
harsh and brilliant like jagged strokes of lightning.
It cast shaddows like bruises as I strolled through my past.
But I know now its over, its over at last.
Between the ebb of an old love and in the flow of a new, a genuine happiness let me know what to do.
Retreat from the past ans be determined to move on until pain breaths it's last breath and assures you its gone. Now my past imbedded with pain takes a new route, now its faith I will gain.