Somtimes I miss bits an pieces of yesterday
Other times I savor the freedom of today
I no longer choke on my tears
But I still have the after taste of the of my sorrow on my breath to flavor my words

Most of the time I feel like a broken soldier
Tired from the endless fight
Broken from the horrors of the battle
Only to drag myself back to a sacked house that was once my home

I smile now
But it never quite reaches all of me
I laugh now
But it's a hollow sound that only echos of lost yesterdays

I embrace my freedom
But it's an empty embrace
I look into the mirror
But I no longer see my face

Sometimes I miss bits and pieces of yesterday
But more often I miss what was me
I no longer choke on my tears
But from my sorrow I shall never be free