The history book has no ending
It lays open until the next page shows its self
The chapter you deemed the ending is simply a resting place
The past is not a vault with a lock and key, safely keeping things inside
But a swinging door and you can't be sure when it will sway
See, feel and hope in the present is all you can do
because you can't be sure of how youll feel at any other time
Which burried feelings will surface at the inevitable turning of a page
Hurt, sadness and that gut wrenching despair can come along when you least expect it
Clawing out of the depths of the soul where they have been hiding to make you revisit the pain
the history book is like the book of life it never ends just keeps evolving great poem Jodie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The story is never finished. There is always another chapter as the pages are turned. So it is with life, it goes on and on until one day the story finally ends. Make it an interesting and happy life. Very inspiring write.