I Walk

I walk with hands red,
With weights and chains.
Trailing behind are my secrets
My skeletons, broken dreams,
Corpses of what could have been.

I walk with red hands
With demons of my past
Keeping up with me,
Never letting me forget,
No matter how hard I try.

I walk with red hands
With a load that is mine to bear
Carrying the guilt, the pain
And I try to let go
But it's grip is strong.

I walk with hands red
With the blood and the pain.
I hold the scars and the fear
Of a scared lonesome girl
Alone in this world.

I walk with hands red
With the truth that I've kept
For so long to myself.
Sleeves stained red.
But sleeves can be washed. NO.

I walk with HANDS red
With me: the burden
Of past mistakes, emotions
Left awry, hoping for forgiveness
Asking everyone but myself.

I walk with hands red
With wary eyed tears
Stranded in my own guilt
In my own unforgiving wake
And so I will walk with hands stained red.