A memory still remains,
I try to bury it deeper,
But it resurfaces again.
In a moment, I was wrong,
I wanted to let it go
But it kept holding on.
An old wound, self-made,
I wanted to let it heal,
But I kept touching it,
Never letting it seal.
It tries to walk away,
Why can’t I let it go?
To take life as it comes,
Why am I frightened so?
Why can’t I take chances,
Fight for joy from pain,
I wonder if it’s all because
That memory still remains.
Vinay Leo R.
07. 04. 2019
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.