Your inside world

You don't have all the time in the world to heal
Yet cuts and bruises come when you dare to feel
No magic can erase stained pages of your story
No one can remind you of the once won glories

And those stains dark and hardened formed habits
Each drama you watch reveling in the sad bits
The path you take may just be extension of your pain
You took on guilt and trade effectively in blame

The empty stale length of a dead heart vein
Will you fill it back up with live blood with eyes that can see?
And be new life freeing yourself from this created zombie
Will you be able to add some solid faith and believe?

Do you need to heal sometime this year?
Is your mind not really able to hear
that your heart gathered mould
and got a few degrees colder

That some negative thought came in with guns
to dictate your inside world when it was overrun
and determine your external reality
create a few self destructive fallacies

Grow a garden of goodness in your inside world
cull the pests and pull the weeds
Lighten your heart and wash off the mould
plant a few love and lively seeds