Demons live under my bed
Especially the ones I want to forget.
Pain has scarred my soul
For while I smile a clock is ticking in my head.
Memory is a curse
Yet I use it to guide the writer in me.
Speaking my truth is a curse
Yet I find peace standing alone.
Closure is a myth
For I will forever be waiting to reunite.
Evolving is the key
To be loved and respected.
2 responses to ““I think…””
Such wisdom in this poem! “Closure” helps, but if you don’t get it, you’re always looking back. Evolving is better, looking forward.
Thank you! 😊
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