Still
Still...
To be still with myself.
This i avoid.
It's uncomfortable just yet,
To be still with myself.
Too many thoughts in my head,
For me to untwist and untangle.
Too many memories.
I dont want to live over again.
Too many heartaches unfed.
Too many failures and mistakes,
That can never be earsed.
These i can not unbreak,
And i do not face.
Why be still and reflect on these pains?
It doesnt make them change.
Still is just not me.
That i can not be.
Busy I'll continue to be
Until there is nothing left
But still...
Then i will be still.
Lori L. Mack
10/28/2015
Copyright © Lori Mack | Year Posted 2019
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