I don't want to return to those places of the past
Though memories take me back there: How long must it last?:
All the trauma and the fear that keep lurking around me
Calling out and shouting; Oh please let me be.
I see them so clearly all the hurts and all the pain
They come uninvited and decide jf they'll remain
So I fight with my tools i have been gathering around
Sometimes I'm triumphant: other times I am bound.
To the quiet places within I run for some rest
While memories keep knocking and try to suggest
Visions of horror: with yesterdays fears
I wonder how long must I swim through these tears.