Today

I’m pretty sure the rain has stopped
and I’m standing now where I once had dropped
to my knees to pray,
for one more sunny day.

But all my thoughts are of the past
when the world was moving much too fast

for me to stand.
Someone hold my hand and help me…

…Open this window
in my mind.
Let the wind blow
on my face, and maybe,
all the clouds might blow away.

So why to memories bring such pain?
I don’t recognize these stains
that haunt me.
Can I run from my mind and live today?

Everywhere I look, I see
all the paths I took in becoming me.
All the times I shared
with people who truly cared.

And all the days and nights I spent
trying to change the past, all that I resent.
Oh but now I know,
Pain will only grow if I can’t…

…Open this window
in my mind.
Let the wind blow
on my face, and maybe,
all the clouds might blow away.

So why to memories bring such pain?
I don’t recognize these stains
that haunt me.
Can I run from my mind and live today?