Words spoken long ago have left my memory

Yet they are returning now and pierce to the soul of me
Forgotten arrows that were meant to hurt succeeded to torment

I was remiss to think, that their ripples would not be felt

So the reckoning has begun and before this chapter is spent, I will begin to understand the things I would rather forget

You see this “play” we call life is being performed as we speak and the set and stage are changed by what we add and delete

So I cannot change the “echoes” of what has already been done… but I can embrace them and accept what has been painfully learned.

Nothing ever goes away the boomerang just hasn’t turned.

Echoes Return

Ttucro