I choose to ignore it
the pain in my chest
telling me something’s wrong
saying that one day soon
she’ll be gone for good.
I choose to ignore it
the tiny whisper
talking in my ear
its husky voice
deceiving just a small girl.
I choose to ignore it
the little demon
on my shoulder
“They’re all liars”
It says. Is that true?
I choose to ignore it
the doubt in my mind
telling me things
I don’t want to hear
cutting me from the inside out.
I choose to ignore it
the stabbing ache at my heart
that I don’t believe will leave again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very cool! Its nice when we can take that feeling inside our heart and head and find a way to successfully transfer it to the pen. Keep going!