Looking Into The Heart

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by PenSurge

by PenSurge

Past mistakes should be left buried,
They shouldn't occupy the present,
They shouldn't choke the heart.

My past mistakes they're the ones that hunt me,
They bare their teeth at me,
They bury their hands deep within me.

My past hurt has made me numb,
My chest protest but mouth is sealed,
My heart heaves my teeth aches.

My past mistakes and the night of secrets,
The things my eyes has seen my lips concealed,
The words that should have changed all things.

If live gives healing and forgiveness,
Then why am I still here?
Chained to my past and unable to move on.

Sometimes I wish I can pluck my mind out,
Wish I could look into it,
and know how I have done wrong.

Sometimes I just want to be free,
be able to smile carefree,
not minding the tales the breeze slaps me.

I want to be free like a bird with good wings,
Want to hop here and there in careless abandon,
As I have none to worry about.

My heart is my own prison,
no need to placate it,
perhaps in it I shall be buried.