The past you say won\'t go away
I agree but still can pray.
It\'s not as if I hold things in
I\'ve always got my pad and pen.
Sometimes I share a word or two
In hopes that you will feel them too.
Others I keep locked in deep
Behind this wall of fear I keep
The words I write comfort me
Often setting my mind free.
Making room for once again
To share my thoughts on pad with pen.
Either way, they\'re all mine
For I write all the time.