And all of a sudden,
the past doesn't seem
so vital anymore—my scars
may be still there
but they aren't quite as
open and raw—I begin to feel hope
that they might fade away
if I embrace
this healing
and believe in
the promise of a
new day.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞hope
And all of a sudden,
the past doesn't seem
so vital anymore—my scars
may be still there
but they aren't quite as
open and raw—I begin to feel hope
that they might fade away
if I embrace
this healing
and believe in
the promise of a
new day.