Who holds more weight, the person known for ages or the constant companion by your side?
In this quandary, I find myself lost, overwhelmed by the choices I can't decide.
For holding on for so long, we sometimes lose ourselves in the process,
The weight of the past becomes burdensome, causing deep distress.
There's no training for the heart to be invulnerable, no shield to protect from pain,
Countless excuses used as reasons, inflicting wounds that leave a lasting stain.
Reasons intertwined with excuses, blurring the lines between right and wrong,
A hurt that cuts deep, a wound that seems to prolong.
It becomes too much to bear, the weight of hurt too heavy to endure,
Yearning to escape the agony, to find a cure.
I long to return to the calm before the storm, to rewind and stay in that moment,
To heal the hurt, to find solace and atonement.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
