Full circle

So it's come full circle,
The line is drawn back,
From beginning to end,
We meet,
We part,
Then meet again,
I would not give,
What you wanted to have,
This heart,
My own,
No man's land,
The past,
The future,
None represent,
What I have become,
And how much more of a person,
I now am,
I am not that child that clung to your hand,
I am not that girl who cried as you ran,
I am not the broken one,
I am not a piece of property,
I am appreciated, cherished and loved,
By someone better than him,
Who will never be a man.

~Rei Shiori

Well, happy birthday to my blog! It's now one year old and I am so proud of it even though it's not the prettiest or the best around or has millions of followers. I'm still happy I stuck with writing a bit each day and that this compilation has grown so much. Happy Halloween as well everyone!

Past tragedies

How long do we keep running,
Until the flames burn down,
And the ashes settle down,
Into the dust,
That form the intricate patterns of our lives,
And the pasts we hold,
So wrought with tragedies,
That they cry at night,
To be retold,
So we tear open again,
The wounds they made,
Lay our breast bare,
For all to see,
And stare,
Like an animal on parade,
Like the sad fate of a caged bear.

~Rei Shiori