Hearts of leather

Peering back over where I've been
memories that made me, and all that I've seen
through the pages of that history book
the diary written in tears of hurt and love
 

Through the faded scraps remaining
old jaded days, I let blame win
failing to see the true story
the history that I wrote, the true me?
 

I turn the pages quicker
scrambling to fix those parts that feel bitter
yearning to put the pieces together
earning only fragmented hearts of leather

Frantically scanning, trying to work out the man I am

I realise that the person I'm reading, is not him
the years that rise to the surface
are a new growth of love and of purpose
That life that lives in the past, is better left to stay in the haze
to smile at the happy times and to keep distant the worse of those days

Thanks For reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.