Where do I turn.
Where do I go.
Where do I look.
The past is creeping up and drawing me nearby.
I want to go, but I know my soul cannot bare it.
The hurt that the past has cause is also the cure for my future.
I try to make a change, but it always leads me there.
Can I make it without it?
The option is not clear.
The option is an open book that I cannot read.
I remember the things that made me hurt.
I also remember the joys of living.
When I think about it, I think about me.
When I think about what could be, I do not see me without it.
I see the people that made me love.
The people that made me whole.
I see the past, I also see that it is my future.