Do I sail 

Away 

On a  

Silver sea 

Sunshine  

Reflecting; 

Shimmery 

To leave  

Behind  

The  

Inner me 

The one who 

Suffered 

Injury? 

How many 

Miles  

Must be  

Between 

My new life 

And 

My misery? 

Initially 

To some  

Degree  

I thought 

I found  

Sweet 

Liberty 

But then  

I wake... 

Was just  

A dream 

My mind  

Was playing  

Tricks on me. 

Propensity 

For  

Trickery; 

This life 

Just has it 

In for me 

For  

Every smile 

It  

Winks at me 

I try 

To fly 

It clips  

My wings. 

The  

Promised Land 

Of 

Victory 

I yearn 

With such 

Intensity 

I glimpse  

At its 

Periphery 

It then 

Vanishes 

Instantly 

Recovered  

Me 

Depicting  

Me 

As though 

Steeped in 

Tranquility 

But  

Lately, pain 

Conflicts  

With peace 

When present 

Meets  

My history. 

Considering  

This little  

Thing... 

One day  

A year 

Can  

Trigger me 

No distance 

Can 

Deliver me 

From 

The curse 

That is my 

Memory.