And a long trail of gifts
Run into my secret cabinet
From people
That no longer linger into my life
I try not to unfold them
Because often
It is the process of ripping a bandage
That hurts
So don't question me
When I don't open my heart that often anymore
Because that secret cabinet
Is sometimes meant to be closed
Let the wounds heal for I while
And I'll myself rip that bandage off and open the cabinets free
But all I need right now
Is some time by my own
- memories are often the gifts
they can be good or bad thus,
we often need time to accept and heal
- shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
