Bad Dream

I wake up every morning to the rising sun.
Most days I forget the past.
But today it rushed back to me like a waterfall of memories.
I remember the long days we spent together.
All the times you comforted me.
And the times I comforted you.
Sometimes in the dim of the morning I see the room change into the past.
In my dreams I relive the terrors of the past.
I realize now what I did not before.
That what happened is more terrifying than when I lived through it.
When I lived that nightmare I decided the only to make it better was to pretend it never happened.

This morning as I open my eyes I realize that the nightmare is over.
No longer are you there to hinder my way.
The place I am in now is one hundreds times the better.
The past is behind me.
You no longer can terrorize me.
For to me you are nothing more than a bad dream.