Time

Each day I become someone new

every story I’ve lived is impressed
upon my existence like fine tissue paper

wrapped roughly around jagged stone

my once, soft skin feels foreign

and tired beneath weary fingers

hands that held on too tightly
to things past

learning to let go is hard

it takes its toll

each day I become someone new

learning to forget is difficult

under the guise of forgiveness

unless it breaks
whatever is left of a weary soul

facing regrets and mistakes

of what could be

or should have been

reminiscing in vain

accepting the truth of what is

is harder than denial or blame

so I blame you

and stars that burn the night sky

and paintings that float forever in space