All this talk of love and friends
There's something here, that rhyme transcends
We see our souls echo here
Within the friend we hold dear
And in that love, we make amends
Amends for hurt caused and wasted life
Caring more for drung of choice, than being wife
Or husband, lover friend
List of people hurt seems not to end
But one hurt most, is self, through years of strife
Arguing with self for fun, when deep inside
We knew payment must be made for this ride
All that time of pleasing self
Destroyed more than physical health
And now is time to face it; not to hide
And in our pain we cry out here in rhyme
hurt we caused to those we love, remembered every time
We suffer for that pain it never ends
Self flagellation helps but doesn't mend
Forgiveness, love, support, writ large in every line
That's what helps a bleeding soul to heal
To know some one feels the way we feel
Sees the darkness in us
But can see goodness too and love us
Here, we can move forward on life's ever turning wheel