Mourning

A long time ago I packed it away. Buried it deep So I could move forward. But somehow it got out. It captured me And now it won’t let go.

I can’t move forward. I’m stuck. Stuck in the middle of it; Drowning in it; Buried and gasping for air; Trying to break free.

Free from the past. Free from the pain. Free from the life That would not be. So I can move forward For real. And finally Live.


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