A deep wisdom is possessed in times of peace,
Yet when conflict appears, the wisdom released,
Frustration and irrational fears,
Such ugly feelings that are reared,
And remembered with vivid recollection,
Hindrance and pain,
Hate and disdain,
All things that forever prevent,
Simple release from twisted events,
That will ever be remembered with vivid recollection,
And slowly the events begin to cease,
Still there is a harsh pain that has not been released,
Like a tearing at the fabric of my soul,
That time has yet to mend the gaping hole,
And slowly I will forget with vivid recollection,
And the ages slowly darn,
The memories that had caused me harm,
And my heart begins its yearning,
As it feels the wisdom returning,
To remember all those vivid recollections
