I took one more glance at my past, then turned to the future.
I was eager to embrace the world.
I often ask myself, why I allowed myself to stay stuck in the dark and dusty corridors of memories.
Corridors with walls that close in on you and suffocate you, squeezing out every last ounce of life that is left in your lungs.
"Why did I do that?" I ask myself.
"When I had this lion-like strength in me all that long-winded, dreaded time?"
My future is bright, full of the freshest of air.
Breathing.
Space.
Full of new, breath-taking opportunities.
Yes, my past was bleak and despairing, but I have healed.
Healed far more than my little, black-hearted heart had ever dreamed I would.
I am healed.
I am powerful beyond measure.
So, as I take one last glance at my past, I am already thinking about the bright, ever-hopeful future that lies ahead of me.
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Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoetryThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
