Misbelief

With every drop of rain,
another bit of pain
emerges from back then
to be relived again,
or so it seems….

It feels like reams and reams
of reawakened wounds
(like long-forgotten tunes)
keep surfacing, but why?
They’re causing me to cry,
and yet, I’m fine.

The memories combine
with present thoughts and fears
and act as volunteers
to aid me on my path;
just like a needed bath,
they purify.

And as I say goodbye
to hidden guilt and grief
that lead to misbelief,
the unrelenting thoughts
that tied me up in knots
are free to go.

And finally, the winds of change can blow!