Sensibility

Why is it still difficult to forget,
Why is it never easy to forgive.

Every night,
A similar pattern develops
Where I am praying for something,
Which I am unable to comprehend.

This nameless sadness,
Shamefully shows its face.
Days become years,
Festering night and day.

How each moment,
Shapes our minds and hearts,
Our reactions,
Our answers.

Maintaining a healthy rose,
Bringing a silent troupe,
Dancing on tunes and melodies,
Singing my own history.

A decision to believe,
A decision to retrieve,
A memory so oft forgotten
Of seeing a cherished sensibility.
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