Clean Slate

That sound isn't it familiar,
she thought while she still lay asleep,
For once it was all over, The slate was all clean.
and it made her happy and calm.

She was happy because she was free,
Freedom she thought was so important,
and how it was not a part of her past.
A closed box, was all it ever was.

The scars will always remain,
reminding her of things that could have been,
But it just takes a minute to know what a person really is,
Not years of blinding closeness.


Off course it will be fine one day,
She thought in her mind,
Regardless of what she knew,
She knew it would not.


The slate was clean.
This time she was happy it was all black and white,
No grey area, to deal with.
No nothing to to deal with.


Finally she was at peace,
that eternal peace.