cry in the dark

i’m closing the door,
i’m walking away,
i’m leaving the past,
i’m out of the fray,
with battle wounds red,
my head held high,
i no longer stand
in the dark and cry,
while you tried to break me,
tried piercing my shell,
you damn well near managed
to place me in hell,
but now is my time
on a flight to embark,
i’m leaving this room
without windows, that’s dark.
too long now the bygones
have left me besmeared,
my story’s now written,
long pages, dog-eared,
with mem’ries that hurt,
i’ve placed them in words,
released me they have,
i now walk with songbirds.

picture: http://faerienymph.deviantart.com/art/The-Light-38496321

i've written this poem for Janice over at My Diary, http://janmrp.blogspot.com/. please go and say 'hallo' to her...