Flood of memories

Flood of memories… the past pains the forgotten loves. What I once held my dead hand falls from grace. My lifeless body slumped… to the eternal slumber I now dream in. All the regrets all the chance lost. All the joy and sadness gone. All the tears and fears disappear. What I weaved on earth I shall now wear in heaven. Now at the cross roads I know all the lies others have uttered to my soul… all the things they negated to mention that rips my heart. One last heart break for truth’s sake. Now I know… who was true to me and who played me. I know everything I gave up and all that I accepted as false truth. All the paths I could have lead but the one I did was what made me who I am. Forged forever in my soul… this is what I wear… this is my silk cloth, my garment of life. The sash of love, and the mask of pain. Silence ringing for I hear its deadly tunes graver then any sound. It rapes the mind. But I no longer have a mind… or a body or a heart. I have my soul. This is how I am seen now. Everything I have created, destroyed, hurt, and healed. This is who I am. It is the color of my soul. For what I weaved on earth I wear in heaven. My emotional scars shine of velvet upon my soul. For I have been scared to the soul. The name of the endower of these scares forever engraved in this tome of pain that is my soul. Deep inside you can see the light of love and hope still burns bright.