Today,
I don't want to remember
The burning embers,
Of my past, of my life,
Remembering is very painful,
Because emptiness ensues,
And loneliness brews,
Open wounds that stay alive
For the rest of your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It is incredible to look back and see all that you have survived. That is an achievement! ! ! ! Beautiful words Sandra.