Was thinking about my past whilst listening to the above song...
Stay Blessed,
Phela.
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Sometimes we smile so much
On the outside,
Nobody even remembers.
No, they don't;
They don't remember our scars,
Perhaps, they never saw them
Or noticed.
But we do, don't we?
We remember those moments
So well, like they were yesterday.
The vivid images
That seem to never fade;
Ever present, ever constant.
When you seem to be forgetting,
They reappear to remind you,
That, yes they are still there.
We try to cover them,
Yet, the burning persists.
They are those scars,
Of how we lost our innocence,
Without even knowing
It was so.
The scars that made us
Forget how to trust,
How to live, laugh,
And... love.
Yes, they don't see it
So we pretend;
Pretend we are okay,
Whilst we are not.
Yet, our confidence is this,
God does see it all,
And slowly, almost imperceptibly,
He is healing us.
It is just... yet to be seen.
YOU ARE READING
ECHOES OF THE HEART
PoésieIt's something we all wish for sometimes. When no one else seems to notice, or care... When we just wish that thought, that pain, could be echoed. Amazing Cover by: @YaGirlAbbieee
