@Taurisk@ParsifalFrom a bad place at the time, I wrote this many moons ago.
Growing Through
By Ken M
I see the lowly shadows, drifting quietly by.
No longer do I recognize that man.
It took so much more wretched pain, finding the strength to make him stand.
Echoes of the mindless and mad still linger, from places I never knew my heart could go.
The twists and turns, the empty spaces, where the rewind mind still shows.
Rebuilding of the core and precious pieces, there's a new and more cautious way.
Bright hope of all and new beginnings,
from the lessons of living day by day.
Every strange learning now accepted, though sorrow can whisper on a breeze.
Travelling through the holes still in me,
slowly more peaceful, flowing with greater ease.
