That tightness in your chest
is your heart
refusing to let go.
The tears in your eyes
are your mind
releasing the pain.
There is no going back,
and life won't wait for you.
Forward is the only way to go.
Lost in the swamp of repressed sorrow
I am no one who can show you the way.
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PoetryA collection of poetry that has been in the works for a few years, and is likely to continue growing and changing.
