No, no, I wasn't wrong:
What I saw was real, it happened!
Closing your eyes won't change a thing,
It will only make matters worse.
"Face it, you need to face it!"
That's what the mind screams.
But the body simply cannot,
it shakes upon the thought.
Instead I'll forget,
I'll forget that it ever happened,
perhaps it'll seize the nightmares,
Perhaps it'll ease the shaking.
Oh but forgetting isn't an option,
It never was,
Because we remember for a reason
that memory is sewed to our being.
Good or bad, it is part of us,
It formed the present us.
However, hope isn't lost.
You have the power to stitch more to come.
YOU ARE READING
A series of recurrent events
PoetryIf you cannot say them, write them. It is not the same, but it is something worth doing, it will ease the pain and transmit happiness. It can do both and much more.
