No More Skeletons

healing is such beauty
when you are in pain for so long
my heart is too full
if i speak of it, i'll cry
smell of winter and past mistakes
and i take no notice
maybe memories i can have
but only if i know
they will make me smile
they wound was a deep one
inflicted by my own hands
but the trace of it is but a scar
and i run and kiss the top
of my mother's head
skip ahead as a little child
just like he used to cal me
but now my heart is delighting
no more fighting
i am so content in my healing
because my eyes are finally dry
and my hair grows long
just like the years
between my failure and now
my heart beats within me
a dance of freedom you sung to me
i am full
full of joy.