Sitting by the window, I looked out
Enjoying my hair floating in the air trying to find a way out
I had felt a strike of peace but one thing troubled
By the wind it flies, and wends through my mind
I don't want to embrace them,
But I can't let go; it still haunts me
A deep scar that never let go
Reminds me those days of sorrow
As I let a sparkle off my eyes...
But these scars are healing,
As I leave and abandon the foolish me
Who could not even see the shaming
But it's now that still the then visits me
Yet again I let out a sparkle from my eyes...
These words echo still in my mind,
I hold my book up again; let my hairs enjoy the breeze
Raise a toast to myself; and I smile
As I finally let it go.
And I find peace. Again!
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A sparkle off my eyes
PoetryIt's really hard to let go of the past especially if happened to you... but one needs to heal oneself to feel peace. again .
