Visitors

I had visitors today, ghosts from the past,
They weren’t friendly, they reminded me about the wounds that last.

Confused and hurt,  I carefully tread,
I talk to my pillow, I carry worries to my bed.

Perhaps today, I’ll stop myself from destructing whatever I hold dear,
Be free little heart….  it’s time to let go of the fear.

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