CARING 🫂

Past

I saw this one memory again; again, it rushed through my mind; besides, I felt the things in my head;

I felt the heartbeat of the same kind.

I call it fear, that is,

Fear of the trauma of the past,

Fear of it becoming the future, and

Fear of the present not lasting.

My eyes widen; it’s as if I am in another dimension; for a while,

I feel nothing but pain; for a time, there’s nothing but fear to gain.

Everything rushed up to me again,

The voice in my head telling me it was not far.

It’s not far for my past to come at me again,

So run, my dear, run with all your heart.

So I run my mind more,

Make up fake scenarios; they all have the same ending,

The ending of everything I exist for.

And so I come back to this world,

And each time I pretend nothing happened,

That it doesn’t affect me and it didn’t,

I pretend till it’s over.

I pretend till my heart and soul believe

It was just a flashback;

I pretend till the thought leaves

And give up on having me surrendered.

But then it all begins again.