Adelyn's
Poetry
UNTITLED
We lie hidden beneath years of emotional debris.
We
try to come out of it in an uncanny way
We try to brush it off as if it never
occured
We may deny the hardships
We may deny the pain
But one thing
we can not deny is the mark it has left behind embodied in our being.
Time
is said to heal all wounds
or could it be a tool to store our pain away?
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This confussion compels me to question my being
Then
i ponder where i've been and how far i've made
it from where i started.
In the mist of it all i find myself alone.
Time and time again i find my heart
and soul in complete solitude.
The only things that keep me up are the merits
i hold.
Yet
the insecurities begin to build mountain high,and i begin to feel as if i am trapped
behind a close door.
Windows are locked and plastered and there are no
exists in view.
Not a streak of light in this room.
Cold and fridged
Goosebumps cover my frail body as i lay by the corner
And i am afraid of the
possibilty that i may stay like this forever.
I've learned a lesson from life
one that sometimes is hard to grasp.
People come and people go relationships
are built most of the times with happy begins and sad endings one never expected.
One can only hope for what's to come for it to be good.
As we dwell on a future
that is uncertained.
Mami once promised me that this would all end.
But
its been four years now and I'm still feeling all this pain.
I'm aware that
i'm clinging to a memory that probably will never fade.