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The Past
The Past (2007)
How I can heal my soul if,
I barely understand the pain I feel
Living in a secluded hole in desperation...
Without getting to the root of it,
My conscience screams out loud
and my heart cry emotions that I can't see.
Without rest I live the mistakes that I made
Myself won't let go of the past...
That tortures me insanely everyday without escape...
How I can heal my soul if,
I barely understand the pain I feel
Living in a secluded hole in desperation...
Without getting to the root of it,
My conscience screams out loud
and my heart cry emotions that I can't see.
Without rest I live the mistakes that I made
Myself won't let go of the past...
That tortures me insanely everyday without escape...
Published 23rd Mar 2019
Author's Note
I wrote this poem in 2007. I was going through a terrible ordeal that shook my whole existence. Taking this poem out and posting it here is a big step that I needed to take on my healing journey . I kept the poem as I found it. Thanks for reading.
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Anonymous
23rd Mar 2019 9:32pm
That first release and bit of healing came be terrifying. And utterly fulfilling. Just don't forget to breathe
24th Mar 2019 2:57pm
Thank you, very much is been a long journey and it feels very good to finally close that chapter of my life.,
