SKELETONS

SKELETONS

There are skeletons in my closet that you wouldn’t know,

They are there for a reason and to only a few do I show,

They serve as reminders to me every day,

Of who I’ve been, yet more importantly, who I am today,

The past has its purpose and that’s the way it goes,

Lessons learned and heartaches go hand in hand, I suppose,

Often haunting me in the wee hours of the night,

Not so subtle memories of the demons I’ll continue to fight,

Try not to be consumed by their mystery,

Because as I see it, they are nothing but ancient history,

It’s difficult to say if they’ll emerge once again,

But I can assure you that you’ll never know their pain,

I’ll stop at nothing, even follow them into Hell before they cause you strife,

I find it rather tragic how skeletons, if you let them, can fuck up your life,

For the past has passed,

And I’m a better person because of it at last.

-brad