There is reason…
A reason I avoid,
Reason why I don’t touch,
I don’t dig up the past.
There is a reason
Why I bury,
Bury things so deep
They are impossible to find.
There is a reason
Why I don’t
Look back…
Unless it is to see
How far I’ve come.
A reason why
I keep the present closer,
Then I do the past…
Because some wounds
Never heal…
Some wounds forever scar…