Coming To Strength

She sits, sighs, cries, then wipes her eyes. Content at first then a sudden disturbance, an unnecessary emotion driven by haunted remembrance, a brost to the past seemingly mandatory. History can never be altered, but exist instead to be learned from and noted. A tid here a bit there, carefully constructed, the repetitiveness found oh so amusing. I laugh at myself and my inspirational lessons, for the power of knowledge has left me to wonder, If I myself have such wonderful knowledge, then why do my thoughts insist so intently on dwelling. It’s history, it’s done, it’s over with, let’s move on, keep the important pieces and remember you’re strong!