Poem
No Matter How Far You Run,
Memories are a part of you
Published in
1 min readDec 5, 2024
Pain gathers under your skin,
As you put the ugly memories in boxes filled with thorns.
You cover them up
And hide them in the deepest cores of your heart
Like wounds covered with long sleeves,
As if pure and saccharine.
But they will resurface at the weakest moments,
As all that isn’t repaired repeats itself all the time.
When old skin starts to wither and you begin a new life,
The boxes come out and the tainted memories spill like bitter coffee.
No matter how far you run, memories are a part of you,
as the seasons are, with their iridescent colours, and
like the raindrops are with soil.
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