Someday
I will look at the scars
and run my fingers over them
they wouldn't hurt -
dried and just a flesh memory
of a gone-by ache.
Someday
I will meet on the streets
strangers with carts
selling my memories.
I would probably
buy a couple of glass jars
for a laugh
Someday
on a winter's night
while rubbing my toes
A song will wriggle in
through the crack at the door -
I will smile without tears
Someday
I will thank you for what has been -
an year of darkness and fears -
without a shudder
and whisper into your ears,
"You made me grow"
Today, however,
with all delight,
all the happiness I can gather
between two shivering palms,
I bid you farewell!
Do not turn back,
Not now, not yet!
Keep walking,
and let peace come instead.