the raging past

whenever i look into the past
misty vales lift and i see what is not seen
it breaks my heart to see the travesty
of what was and what might have been

i enrage and rage and roar
as a wounded wolf on a hunt
teeth grinding, lusting for gore
seeking flesh to gnaw, shred and rip
for blood to wet my mouth and fur
to stain my whole being
as testament to my cry
why.

i look further into your past
i fall helpless into a void
where only hate simmers
and wrath its physical form

on a whim
as fate plays its divine comedy
i looked within
and acknowledged what is real

they have hurt you
and they broke you
and you are broken
before me, here and now

as they have hurt me
and they have broken me
and i am broken
before you, here and now

as we hold each others hands
we find the pieces that we lost
sometimes i find parts of you, sometimes you find parts of mine
moments after moments, we rebuild ourselves to who we really are

as we start to feel the warmth of simply being
there is nothing but gratitude and happiness
i can survive without you, this i know now
but i cannot live without you, this i am certain