Just let them.

Sometimes, dig up the ghosts of your past. Find some skeletons in the closet. Don’t shut them up, let them see light sometimes. Don’t be afraid, they won’t harm you anymore, they’ve already done their  damage, for now, they want to rest. Open the coffins, and set them free. Let them walk around like us human beings. Let them see that we are nothing different than them. We too are beaten, dead, rotten, abandoned and forgotten.

Let them smile at us while we hide behind confusion and delusion. Let them see the blinding light from above. Let them see that there is a place just as similar to theirs, let them see that they aren’t the only ones who are left in darkness.

Let them hold our hands and guide us, let them stare into our eyes and show us the truth. Let’s see if we can stare back at them without blinking. Let’s see are the heroes really brave or not.

Go, set them free, let them float above the surface and find release. Why should they be hidden somewhere deep down inside. Let them speak.

If freedom is painting red on your skin with a jagged edge, then let them find their own freedom. Let them let you go. Let them find their own rehabilitation, so you can find yours.