We are our worst critics indeed,
holding old memories keeping us from life.
Unwilling to reach beyond so we can see,
You can turn wrongs to right .
To hold oneself hostage from days passed ,
the torment shall forever last .
Yet each person has the means to look ahead and see,
I don't have to stay that person I can set myself free.
Closed from within and reliving times of tears ,
takes away what to you is so dear .
Wanting to break lose from the chains that bind ,
one has to leave those old pasts behind.
This morning as you rose what was your first thought ,
were they today is a new day and with a smile get up.
or did you mope about and hold tight to those chains that bind,
unwilling to look at that girl with hopeful eyes.
She has always been there and so wants to be loved ,
Its in your hands but you have chose to give up .
Those tears you cry are her tears to,
for that little girl so love you .
The minds thoughts so complex yet we learn to filter them in time,
In growing up how to have peace and joy we find.
Knowing when young the learning process at times goes wild ,
only we all do grow up and in doing so regains that smile.
Open that door and redo your room,
let it no longer be doom and gloom.
Change your music for often what we hear ,
keeps us chained and full of sadness and fear.
Reach out to those who love you and know ,
love doesn't stop if nurtured it grows .
Talk to them and tell them what your heart desires,
and release that girl walking the tight wire .
{ know you are loved and you can love again }
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