• written_pearls 6w


    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.