Healing
The falling of cherry blossoms
caused small hearts fall to the ground,
forming puddles of pink petals.
I've sat under this tree for days.
My worries and doubts all given
to a tree by the hillside.
I've lived a long life full
of hatred and torture.
Many regrets and memories
past through my head.
Not one day has passed since
I've realized my mistake.
That I have trusted the same lies
that once gave me comfort at night.
Friends, what are they?
I thought that mine would stay.
I still hear the same words each day,
"I'll stay by your side."
Betrayal plagues my mind.
I just wished the world's could be prefect,
like the dreams I have at night.
It's all in the past.
I know that nothing will ever last.
Dwelling on this for years has made me weak.
I have stayed under this cherry tree for years,
thinking what I did wrong.
I have placed my past in front of me
letting my future slip further behind.
It's not healthy to keep such pain
in my heart.
To cry myself to sleep each night.
Sitting under this tree is calming.
I have wasted so much time
wishing for all to come back.
My past.
Now it's no longer here.
I know everything has changed.
I'm looking up to see each petal
fall silently to the ground.
The peace it brings me.
The light that's near me.
It's something I know I will keep living with.
I know that with each pasting day
I'm healing.
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