• estella770 24w


    These grossly infected memories
    Plaguing the conscious thought
    Festering and withering
    Trying once again to force it down
    Because if I need not dwell
    On horrid occurrences of the past
    Perhaps I can convince myself
    That those happenings did not happen

    But instead of letting then fester
    And oozing out daily when they get the chance
    I can caress them gently, acknowledging them
    Taking a second to accept them - not ignore them
    Then salving painful memories with the refreshing knowledge
    That the present is only what exists for me now
    And tenderly carrying them to the back of my mind
    Laying them down softly, then taking leave
    Yes it all happened
    But now, they rest in peace.