Category : Poems

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Some days I think about you often. 
Some days I don't think about you at all. 
Some days you cross my mind and I feel a tide of emotions wash over me. 
Other days you're a mere thought and I don't feel anything. 

Some days I think about you and I smile. 
Some days the thought of you makes me sad. 
Some days I am accepting of our separate fate. 
Other days I'm almost choking on regret. 
Some days I really do believe that you loved me. 
Other days I am not so sure. 
Some days I like to believe that somewhere deep down you still love me but the risk, the fear and the pain associated with trying again got the best of you. 
Other days I question this belief, render it an illusion and instead believe that you've wholeheartedly moved on. 

I admit that my emotions are wavering. 
I've accepted that life can be confusing, with only moments of clarity. 
I've also accepted that emotions are fleeting, for they never quite remain the same but they are always changing, transforming and transcending. 

You see I am no longer afraid of my emotions. 
I no longer fight them but I simply let them be. 
You see I've somehow managed to strip away the fear and hold that my emotions once had on me. 
Now I am only able to see and appreciate the beauty of being able to feel so much. 

-Helen Mara