Scars and Twilight

Funny how things work ... and I know I always say that, but it's true.

I guess life goes on. When your wounds heal, all that's left is scar tissue, where it is slow to react to stimuli.

So my wound has healed. I no longer feel the pain shooting straight through my heart everytime I read or see or hear something or whatever that reminds me of the past. The feeling becomes an aged nostalgia instead. I'd sigh and go: "Yes, I remember that."

Those days ... life-changing, yes, but now, they are just memories that did change my life. Cherished, both the good and the bad, but in the past ... black and white. They can no longer hurt me the way they did.

It's been a long 5 years -- 5 years that had 10 years' effect on me. Through the storms that I weathered and the quakes that I sustained, yes, I am still here. No, I didn't do it all alone; those that were and still are behind me will never leave my heart. No, I'm not perfect, but I am still here waiting to fight another day.

I am waiting with open arms, so tell me ...

... Tell me how I can make it better this time around. Tell me where the Road is because I'll go without hesitation.

I am waiting for the dawn so that I can fight for a change.

For twilight.

Waiting.