Scars of youth

It was everything all over again

The past as present, years had trickled by, but much as once was still is
Weathered and aged in form, yet essence un-dimmed
Scars of youth burning now as they did when cut
It is that battle we fight, again and again, it’s all we ever fight
Remembered but not learnt and so doomed

That hurt still hurting

Those eyes still smiling
What’s missing still left wanting
Journey’s taken but little distance covered
Hand reached out, ever reaching never touching

So creeps anger

On the fringes it sulks and seeps, creeps it covets
It can break
It can fuel
It is

If the past is a landscape, given relief by the follies and adventures of our past selves then anger is a harsh whipping wind

Flagellated but the moment never comes