A thousand thoughts, yearnings
milling around
thoughts that churn
in my mind,
yearnings
an ache in my mind,
memories that
pave paths to walk on
again and again,
memories that refuse
to let go
clinging to the walls
of my mind,
nurtured by the tears
I shed.
Memories that changed me
forever.
I long for the old me
for who I was...
I yearn to escape
from these sad memories,
to remember only
the good ones,
to be free and happy,
mind tranquil as a
still pond.