eccedentesiast [poetry ☘]

➡childhood

She was alone in a dark corner,

Teardrops flow from her eyes seemed like a river.

Taking back all the memories that withered;

Old places, faces, laughter, smiles,

in her mind, emerged.

She wants to go back to where she used to be,

Where her heart and soul were in serenity;

"Bring me back," she said, seeking for ataraxy

But then the door opened, the light came in,

Taking her back to certainty.

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