A life that would be lead

A life that would be lead from a false treason. I lie that would live as a fake reality. Nothing can I hide here. I hurt, I have hurt. I love, I have loved. I am lost, I have lost. I have learned… how quick would I banish my own happiness for someone else’s. With out regret… just wonderment. I have learned what is the ultimate again. Not love… but truth. For it is creation, we exist therefore we are true. God said it was to be true so it is real. A wound soaked with blood… clear the blood away to reveal a scratch. A scratch thought to be weak lead to an infection. These two separate wounds… taught me. Not of life but of my feelings. Maybe it is the pain that numbs one when it runs so deep I can not feel it… yet I doubt this. I ask, I question, I tell, I answer. Let no wound give regret to what brought it. Let the wound heal, and with a scare called remembrance learn and live.