It was a long time ago,
Years, decades even; and
It’s true the world has forgotten,
But then it doesn’t owe you a thing.
Your choices and decisions
Cost you a lot and
You ate a lot of dust.
You can keep all that in your heart
If you must,
But the world
Simply is what it is...
A blessing, or a curse.
Life can be cruel and unforgiving,
But it also offers healing
To any who are willing to let go first.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it an illusion when you look in the mirror each day and see how beautiful you are.. Dim is it, when the lights burn low, yet the shadows tighten it even more, when he sees you is it real? Is it faded story's glory of you? ..iip..... No, it is not..what is it? It is what you are, the core of your beauty all made.