Lawrence S. Pertillar
To Heal From A Slow Mending To Grow - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
If something once strongly felt,
Is no longer there...
Existing to feel naturally,
Even the presence of a hypnotist...
Masquerading as a magician,
Will not be able to restore those natural feelings.
Not to be felt when back at a time remembered,
Those feelings from one's heart were freely given.
When those feelings felt begin to leave,
They do not return to make a reappearance.
Anyone who has experienced this emotionally...
To heal from a slow mending to grow,
To forgive and forget,
Once something is felt to leave, it goes.
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