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''Written In Red,'' By Renee Rose 🌹
Read Count : 140
Category : Poems
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I haven't been feeling my best. Gee, what a shocker. Anyone could've guessed that by my long-faced expression & slumped over posture. It sucks because I thought I was getting better. I was feeling less anxious, smiling more often than not & enjoying the sunny sky & warm-welcoming weather. The trauma that I faced just won't leave. I honestly don't feel as though I was given enough time to grieve. I used to find peace in falling asleep, but the negative thoughts & memories are racing through my head too fast for me to escape it all in my dreams. I feel like half of my soul is dead inside even though I'm still able to function well & even though I'm still alive. I know we all face hard times in life; some worse than others. But that's not the part that puzzles me. It's the question of how do we recover? The people who hurt us are sometimes the ones who claim to also love us too. But how do we repair the relationship with those people? How do we truly forgive them (and ourselves) & make it passed what we went through? What do we do? We all mess things up in life, but some things take longer to clean up than most. God, I just hope brighter days are soon to come. And I most certainly am not giving up now. No way! I've already made it this close. Maybe the things we experience & do in life are supposed to teach us lessons & help us grow. I'm hopeful in how everything will turn out & what the future may hold. I'm not feeling my best, but hey, it's a start. Life is a journey & I'm in it for the long run. I'm strong enough to handle anything. After all, I've come this far. Written In Red, by Renee Rose 🌹