Now that I look back.
I see the shell I was.
Going through the emotions.
Feeling them as they were just a puddle I stepped in.
Shallow was the only way I could pretend to be happy.
Time has healed my soul.
No longer just one dimensional, but layers have been added in.
Changing as a person has made me a better one.
It dose get better, as they say.
Yet, only if you want it too.
Chage happening over night is something that never happens.
My heart is not fully heales.
It still has crackes, and needs a few stitches.
We can fix it together.
Just you and me.
YOU ARE READING
Dusk
PoetryPoetry at its finest. Raw, edgy uncut, and nothing held back. Just the way I like it.
