Poetry: Forward

Moving on is like unmasking an onion

What is its center?

Does anyone really know?

Peel back layer by layer

Forget what your life has done to you

Freshen up

Free yourself

Forgive yourself

What others view is not what you are

Allow it to go

Poetry: Relieved

The nightmare is over
I have woken up
The wounds inflicted
Are naught but a memory

The people are my demons
No longer visible
I am alone

The emotional trauma
A daily war

Over