I can feel those fiery-tips rising
Across the scars buried deep within
That returning storm of darkness
Has once again found where I subsist
This is how the past keeps me chained
As I pray for soothing rains instead
How can I ever live;
If all you do is sabotage who I am?
If only I could control the lightning
You use by way of hurtful words
I’d send them back in your direction
But you’d have to feel something, first
I won’t let you make me into your image
Not that you could recognize it…anyways
Poet of the Light © 2020
“But you would have to feel something first” an awesome line👌
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Good to hear from you again my friend and Thank you.
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My pleasure 🙂
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This one felt
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The past really does hold on like a chain, never letting us forget. Holding us back from going on.
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Yes, I think it tends to until it’s replaced by something more powerful.
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Oh my… I can relate so much to this In this time in my life.
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Thank you my friend. Sorry it has to be so relatable.
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Sometimes sadly it’s just the way it is.
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