Why do we forget the things we need to remember?
Maybe they aren't meant to be remembered in the first place.
Sometimes I take the train into my past,
Sometimes I take the bus into my past,
And sometimes I crawl onto my hands and knees into my past,
Skinning my knees with no mercy as blood trickles down my legs,
I bled unwarranted memories as I sobbed into the void,
Wishing to make things better for my past self,
Knowing she's suffered so much and praying she knows that she's loved.
Sometimes I take the train into my present,
Sometimes I take the bus into my present,
And sometimes I crawl onto my hands and knees into my present,
Only slight cuts here and there on my knees as blood peaks out its wounds,
I bleed optimism as I whisper to the universe,
Knowing my wishes will come true soon for myself,
Understanding it takes time and patience.
Sometimes I take the train into my future,
Sometimes I take the bus into my future,
And sometimes I crawl onto my hands and knees into my future,
Rubbing my knees with patience as my strength trickles down my legs,
I no longer bleed as I sob into happiness,
Embracing my wishes for coming true for my future self,
Knowing she's healthy, beautiful, and loved unconditionally.
Why do we forget the things we need to remember?
Because there needs to be room for worthy memories.
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Artist: Tatiana Cardona (Rosy, Voluptuous Lips and Moody Faces Enliven Ceramic Vessels)
Insta: female.alchemy
Website: Femalealchemy.com
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Brief Description:
I wrote this poem around two am in the morning because I couldn't sleep and every night- it's a struggle for me to sleep because I always find myself reflecting on all three. I'm currently still healing from past trauma and I get curious about what I could've done to prevent certain things in my life until I have to remind myself that I can't change it- so accept it and move on. Learn from what happened to you and the universe will grant you peace. Sometimes I also get curious about my current actions and how things will play out in my future because of my choices but then I have to remind myself to live in the moment. Getting so caught up in the future- you'll miss out on so much from living in a time that isn't meant for you yet. And sometimes I also get curious about my future and I'll wonder if I'll ever be as successful at being a professional writer as I dream about. Then, I'll remind myself that things take time and patience. My time will come for me just as everyone else's does for whatever respective thing that they are interested in. Please remember that everyone's life is different and you shouldn't measure yours to theirs because it may seem like they have everything together but they probably don't... So work at your own pace. 🖤🖤
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