I want to start over
And I do start over
Every minute
And every day
I am like an artist
I work on my art piece
Day and night
I put in the effort
I do it all to create an masterpiece
I am the masterpiece in the making
As I take the paint brush
Day by day
I dip it in my tears
And I take little bit of my happiness
And peace
And I paint
Every day I don't stop
But can we ever start over?
Does the pain go away.?
Or do we get use to it
Live around it.....
Confront it occasionally like an old lover
who you haven't seen in years.....
Do the scars sometimes whisper
Reminding you
Slightly of that which you over come?
And do you sometimes lay In the middle of the floor curled up in a ball
Just feeling the pain
But I start over every day
I take the paintbrush
And I paint...