The memories that repress me, they linger in my soul.
Never speaking a word or showing signs. But I go to them
willingly. I look back and sit in the distence, wondering how I should've changed it. I stay, watching, feeling, contemplating.
Most often, I smile and think, "Let this one stay this way. I learned from this. I grew. I became who I am," then I would feel better. Sometimes I cry and reach over my chest to feel the pain, these are the ones that I didn't want to go back to. But I do it anyway.
These are the memories that i would want to turn my back from. There is nothing but questions, complaints, and the truth that stings. Always rattling in my brain, in my sleep, in my ears.
Whispering the things i should have done. Then I sleep in a solemn slumber.
Be it good, bad, embarrassing, forgotten, or fresh, these are all a part of me. Every angle of the memory, every moment and emotion that I've invested in it, they all build into one - into me.
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UNTOLD STORY
PoetryUNTOLD STORY It is based from my unspoken words, mga kwentong wala akong mapagsabihan, mga damdamin na sa tula ko naipapahayag or naipapaliwanag.
