You this Mr.Conscience would you let me be?
You criticize my every little action
Raising dusts of painful and past memories with my every wrong step
and
Bringing them back to life making my heart ache with regrets
Would you ever stop punishing me Mr. 'I am always right' conscience?
The past has been left in the past along with all my reckless
mistakes
and I so long to move on
With a new heart I have accepted the present and eagerly anticipate
the future.
So Mr. Conscience
Let me be as I take baby steps to loving and living
Every new experience that I will encounter as I move on with my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Conscience is like a good mother-in-law whose visits never end. A good conscience is a continued Christmas. I like your insight and the articulation of the poem. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.