New Life by Grace W

Why do you try to forget those who suffered-

Who agonize in silence?

Who can’t erase the cicatrices you have so blindly made?

These scars define them - make them who they are.

Indelible.

Your mark-their face-their scar.

Have you no regard for the hell they have been through, thanks to you?

You’ve made them caterwaul for hours, in fetal position on the floor.

Give up their dreams and aspirations to fit inside your shadow box.

All those minutes you never once budged-

No tear of regret was shed.

Dare would an apology ever escape your wine crusted lips.

And yet you stand there so innocently with a smirk on your face-

Money in your wallet, wine in your hand,  girl on your arm-

Head full of mistakes you would love to erase.

But you can’t, there is no new start…

So you flee the conflict, run from the miscues to create a new life.

The past never changes-

Cut your hair, find a new woman,  change your clothes-

You won’t ever change.

They will never disappear-

Neither will the scars that engulf their minds and crest their bodies.

You eternally live there.