Gone Water Does Not Mill Anymore

I took a trip to my grandparents property in the mountains today
Funny, I saw you in everything surrounding me
A place meant for relaxing and play
Turned into a catalyst for bitter memories

Yet, I don’t feel anger and I don’t feel pain
I don’t even detect the slightest disdain
I can’t help but to laugh at the gentle irony
Of sitting in a revered space, remembering your tyranny

I decide to not mourn, but celebrate
My newfound peace, my loss of dead weight
Your narcissism once was poison
Now not even a pestering gnat
You told me you would always haunt me
If nothing else, I could bank on that

So I took a trip to my favorite place, a glistening, chuckling stream
Shore nuff’ there you were, carrying out your scheme
Yet I don’t feel haunted, this sacred area is still a dream
You once held power, you incited fear
Now even the deer can’t help but sneer

So, along the stream, I’ve dug small graves
For every skeleton you gave me
How does it feel? You’re small as a pea
You simply don’t make waves
The rocks I skip across this river have larger impact than you,
now a powerless single midge
But I’ll be kind, It’s best for you we call it even
Water under the bridge.