Oh sweet bitter pain
how I loathe you.
my memories are a stain
my soul a new hue.
chasing what I once was
i have forgotten myself.
forget the past and forget the buzz,
And stop putting my needs on the shelf.
I am a new version of me,
the old with a new heart,
i must find myself to be free,
should have done that from the start.
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Author:
Q (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2017 10:04
- Comment from author about the poem: honesty to oneself is the hardest hurdle to overcome.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Nice piece. I enjoyed this one. It’s easy to lose sight of ourselves when looking in the rear view mirror. Thank you for sharing.
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