Traveling a path, leaving scars & wounds that are still open,
I've had to bend over backwards but, I am not yet broken,
Passing through these places, I don't ever want to go again,
Closing my eyes, in hopes of seeing it all come to an end,
Calmly, I climb to clarity, one of my closest friends,
Souvenirs of life where so many things were left unspoken,
And, even though I may have been bent, I won't ever be broken.

© W. Helin