Home was where we all stayed,
But we weren't allowed to be ourselves,
Or get too loud.
There was a dark cloud..
It floated over everyone's head,
And never went away..
Only faded slightly in the folds of time.
I lost years, just wondering in my own mind..
Trying to justify all the mental wounds,
The more I find answers..
The greater the questions become.
It's not about finding someone to blame,
It's about capturing peace,
Some foreign concept that will free my soul.
Until then, my memories are both a fortress, and a prison,
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Moving words, my friend. I think that Zema is "right on," about what goes on in our heads. I know it isn't an easy thing to do, but it's probably best to forget and let go. Write on.... 
