Suppose the time has come for hopeful dreams to end
When things once believed in have faded and gone
The olive branch extended beyond where it could bend
Trust was a hill that found me standing all alone
As the petals of naiveite withered and drawn drift away
More years have passed than there are to come
Gathering the wilted wants and needs along the way
Shedding masks of secrets revealing who I have become
The cost was not worth the price paid
Scar tissue has grown over the wounds left on my mind
Distance from the past, the longest journey made
A trail of tears dried as they were left behind.
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NikNak73 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2024 15:45
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Loved how you set this up
Some gre6word choices
It seems a pleasant and uplifting read until the reader puts the words together
The last verse in particular is so revealing
I dread to guess on the past
Bit can't lie
This took me to a dark place in the end
Brilliant writing
Thank you 🙂
Dear friend this poem is so overwhelmingly relatable, that as I read I feel it in my bones. Age provides the distance and perspective of our history that we cannot help but reflect upon. We own the trail of tears left behind, as well as smiles, for they have made us who we are. Thank you for sharing this perspective, it means so much.
Reflection is a certainty, and you are correct about it. Reflecting on past experiences can undoubtedly lead to a better understanding of ourselves and the world around us.
Hindsight a great teacher NikNak, very well written. 😊👍
20/20 🙂 Thank you.
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