start a new chapter they say
so I do, try to move on
keep going
they tell me I've got the pen
I get to choose how my story goes
so I try to keep writing
try to forget the chapters of trauma
but it somehow fades through
affecting the plotline it seems
I cant get rid of it
no matter how many new chapters I start
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Past trauma has sullied the page and turning it only finds it has blead through to the next. Maybe a new book is in order. A great poem of how one's past can not be discarded and affects one's future. A mislaid brick set in cement must be built around if not removed. I can hear the anxst in this poem.
Not terribly easy to bind a new book without getting the ink on my hands onto the new clean pages
Frustration of being trapped in the pain of the past, our past is and will always be there, we have to learn ( and it takes time ) to understand and accept it in a better way, than it allows us to have future. Well written piece from the heart
thank you
You are very welcome
Indeed, healing is a long, hard road out of hell. Our past, in part, informs who we are, so the past cannot ever fully be discarded, good or bad. I get that realization and the sense of frustration out of it. With that said, I also get resilience. Nowhere in this poem is there a hint of stopping writing...metaphorically or literally. And that's the key, right? We muddle through somehow. Well done in tackling some more icky cliches. 🌹👏
I love that insight, you're right, it's a beautiful thing not to want to give up anymore
This is so true, can’t possibly relate anymore, good writes thanks for sharing!
thanks for reading!
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