Stitches
Sometimes people change in the most subtle of ways.
It's nothing noticeable. Not until many of those little changes begin to pile up. And soon things you used to do, the person you used to be, is someone you don't see in the mirror anymore. You've lost yourself to ways of the world in which you surround yourself.
So you try to remember what you used to be like. To obtain that same sense of innocence. Of ethereal peace that lingers in your mind. Just beyond the area where the dark lurks ready to pull you back under the frozen waves any moment you should forget to be on guard.
When you finally find these pieces you wonder what exactly changed. You go through everything piece by piece until you know. And once you know you can try to change back to what you once were. However the attempts to be a person trapped with the past, whom should only live on in memories is futile.
Then you think that maybe you can combine the two. Create a new person by mixing the ashes of an old within the burning flames of a new. Only to see that they just burn away because you cannot change who you are. And, ultimately, the evolution of a soul cannot be undone.
Finally you try to stitch everything back together. To keep what little you have left of your current self safe. Because the angry void that wants to swallow your past self rumbles deep inside. Trying to take a grasp in the person you are now and force you to leave that behind as well.
In the wake of the destruction you've wroght. Tearing yourself down you wonder. You shake when you try to gasp for air above the turbulence that is your mind. And ever certain that you can't forget anything about those last times you try to solve the current problem. To fix whatever made you wish for simpler times from the past.
But the stitches you've left across your soul. Across the mind that thinks new thoughts. The heart ready to love in new ways. Will always be visible amongst the lights, and shine of this person you've changed yourself into.