realizing the hurt and trying to heal

This is something I really took to heart and had to let it loose.

Be it misery, or be it fate.
I hold not the wings that take me home,
but the ones that tarry, and go away
to foreign lands, at least to me.
Any and all heartache I bring upon myself.
If I leave, my heartache should stay here,
by itself, alone. Let it deal with itself.
My body will deal with a new heart
and a new mind somewhere else in this world.
May I do my spirit right this time around.



Heartache won't get me now.
I won't let it find my weakness.
I will try to hold back the tears
and put on a good show.
I hope to pray this heartache away.

I won't get burned again.
Not this time.