Running to the
past version of
myself
she is so beautiful
in a dark,
sad kind of way
where
flowers bloom
after her tears dry the ground.
Why do I want to re-live these years?
She never really saw the light
not like I do now
the warmth of a fire under my feet
to show me where I will run
I am not afraid
anymore
and the flowers bloom
before the rain
but then
I tumble into the past
and look into the mirror of
memory
to find out
what I used to be
what I used to love
and
cling
to.
Thinking I am strong enough
to
reopen
the scars
that have long since
healed over
and I realize
how soft
my heart
has become
and that
my life
in the present
cannot be lived in
the past
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Looking with kindness on our past self’s is never a bad thing. Wonderful poem.
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Great use of contradictions!
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Beautifully written
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I really liked this poem. Great message simply put in lines that really make you think. 🙂
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Thank you for your kings words! I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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your last 4 lines are inspiring!
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Thank you! Those line are my mantra for this season of life 🙂
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