Dear Love,
I'm writing again, I'm still waiting.
I was too tired of standing, I felt my energy drain out so I sat at your doorstep.
I saw a flower, in the middle of cement growing healthy. I thought that was peculiar so I touched it. It sent me hope, enough of it for me to move away from your doorstep and let others pass.
I'm now in a garden, it's very unknown and different from your doorstep.
I am finding it difficult to adjust but I'm trying.
I'm tired again, but I have hope.
I found someone like me, they were calling me, they're human too, they're here because they made mistakes.
They offered me a flower too, I'm feeling very tired, these shackles they tied are very heavy so it's difficult to write, I hope you'll remember me.
With my lost self
A human.
YOU ARE READING
Memories - a story about Love
PoetryIt took me a lot of courage to post this, most stories I post are not as personal but these poems and stories make me reflect on me as a person and on my actions, I hope I can help someone deal with their emotions and let them know one important thi...
