Written by Alison Howard
Forget the past for what's done is done
You cannot change that for anyone
Do not dwell on the hurt you've battled
Nor the inner stamina that seems to rattle
Quaking from all the instability and fear
That devil is not near.
You have found yourself in a safe space
A place for you to bear your face
And release the dulling pain that festers
To forget that pocked face who pesters
And twists the mind's eye to conceive
The false reality you've come to believe
That no one wishes for your heart
Though dear, you know that to be the most tragic part.