a reason

A Reason

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…

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