With words that burn and bite and sting,
they creep up on your mind and ring
until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells
that remind you of days passed,
dark memories of your own mistakes,
But with every breath you take
and day you wake,
time goes on.
The months and years
wrap up your fears of yesterday,
and time grows on you.
Like the moss on the tree
their rings carve their history
and feed your soul,
with the time it takes to move on,
to keep growing.
Our past doesn't leave us
but instead we age within ourselves,
and time gifts us
with new chances to become who we are,
remembering what we've done,
to help shape who we become.
The waves that break and crash
send ripples of possibility to your bedside table.
In your dreams the tides take your worries
and turn and tossle them in the current,
mixing your fears into excitement
for what's to come.