With each day that passes I see
That you are the best thing to happen to me
I smile when I wake up, I smile when I sleep
I can't get you out of my mind.
So why am I still scarred
By my blackened past?
The one I try so hard to erase
Yet still it seems etched in my head
It haunts me to this day.
But my ghosts are slowly leaving
They see I am something new.
This love inside me scares them,
For they have never known it.
And as this love grows stronger
And I continue to change
The ghosts will have more fear than I
They will run away
Defeated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem