Thoughts of doom
You are nothing but phantoms of
Experiences long passed
Resurfacing to be seen
On my projection screen
That looks like a mirror
But is in fact opaque
Obscuring the glimpse of heaven
That hides
Behind the suffering
Thoughts of doom
You come from scars
And take me so far away
From love and happiness
Leading me only into
A contracted state
And so I pray for this
That the memory of wounds
Does not steal new life
Does not obscure the light
For the past will then be only
Doomed to recreate
Itself endlessly
Creating a fallow field
Within which no new living seed
Can take deep root
Or germinate
Our past hurts do not define us – we are so much more than that 🙂
Thats is true Muchelle but sometimes they do..no one is perfect.
You are perfect Deborah just the way you are… ❤
How beautiful thank you so much Michelle
These things do tend to hover over you like vultures
Good analogy