my past is part of who i am,
i cannot erase it.
it's written in the books collected on the
bookshelves between my ribs,
stacked upon my spine.
the stories of who i am are carved into me,
scripted on my skin,
branded on my bone,
there is no part of me that is not built upon
this blood of black ink.
i am a collection of my own tragedies,
of my own comedies,
of my own romances.
a library of my own experiences.
not all the collection is good,
some books are quite damaged,
but not all the collection is bad,
my pages are still full of love.
you can pick out which books to read,
which stories you like
and which you'd rather leave,
but it's still
there,
my past is still a part of me.
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A Warriors Thoughts
PoetryPoetry I've written about life, sadness, love, heart break, betrayal, feelings, self love, advice and more. Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope that these poems help you in some kind of way. I hope that they help heal you in some kind of way. Everyone...
