I tried to piece the past back whole,
But every shard still cut my soul.
The echoes hum, they call my name,
Yet nothing now feels quite the same.
The hands I held have slipped away,
The words I spoke now fade to gray.
I reach, I grasp, but nothing stays,
Just memories lost in endless days.
I build, I break, I start again,
But emptiness still calls me friend.
Some things don’t mend, some wounds won’t heal,
And some of us forget to feel.
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Author:
kenny (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2025 21:23
- Category: Reflection
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Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊
Some wounds will never heal, we just learn to deal with them, A touching and well written write
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