I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Memories betray once perfect minds.
Thoughts of forgotten lives
Lost words haunt my bed,
Under the blanket of night.
Memories flicker like distant stars,
You can see them, yet they are
Undistinguishable from one another,
Only unchanging positions.
Other memories remain
Stubborn stains, hard to remove
Impossible to erase
As they are out in the open.
Forgetting is at times simpler,
Yet in the end, it’s just a shield,
Pain to remain bottled,
Releasing it may cause harm,
Keeping it devours you from within
Like a flesh eating worm.
There is not escape
From these memories
They are all around me!
© 2019 Wendy Engela