In my memory
There are things I wish to forget,
The silence of heartbreak
The cold snares of pain
And a voice so familiar
All these my heart wishes to forget.
They swim freely
Like boats anchored at shore,
My heart is but an easel
A canvas born to express beauty
But burnt in me are painful thoughts
Thoughts van Gogh would be proud of.
Underneath my thoughts
Warmth feels smothered,
His breath short from neglect
His bones rigid from lack of use
His bow broken from excess force
Now cold seems so warm.
I’m here
A picture born to inspire,
Yet I am stale like spoiled milk
Where does my heart lie
This is my plea
Let warmth be seen
Lest I’m frosted over.
Dearest heart
When will you forget,
Here in this world
You’ve been trapped in distraction
Distracted pieces float by unchecked
Here in this heart, I’m enlightened
Enlightened but still naive
In my memory
I wish to forget.
This was written by our contributing writer, Adiela Michael.
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