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These wounds in my mind never heal merely become scarce and less noticeable with time.

Some have forgotten them as if they where never there in the first place.

I look inward to a movement of my pain from a dark time in my life

This all seems so familiar yet so foreign to me now almost as if I had not lived it.

I have always thought of my past as if I where watching it from this time.

Yet when I reach out to touch it the vision disappears, as if I where watching it all
through the eye of a pond.

I have tried to leave this place so many times before yet the gatekeeper ceases to open the gate for me.

What is it that I am doing here still is there a higher purpose for me,
or was I merely to blind to see the door has been open all along, and all I had to do is turn the handle.

What ever is out there I can not be sure, I ask myself often drifting inward,
where would my journey had brought me if I would have taken a different path.

Looking back onto the empty road I realize that this is the path I have chosen for myself.

It is to late to go back now,maybe someday i will return to the place where i started before my death.

I have watched this all through the eye of a pond knowing, just like this pond my memories are also so fragile, and could be gone in a flash if not held on to tight enough.

The water on this pond is freezing and most would not dare venture out onto it
in danger of being hurt by these visions that appear only in a shadow though I do not fear them.

Some from long ago are the ones that are the hardest to hold onto, as parts of them are faded.

So many different faces I have seen, so many faces that I know one day will
merely disappear and will never be heard from again.

Some I will never see again they are gone forever remembering that there life was not in vain, as they still live in the mirrors, of all the minds, and lives they have touched.