Moments of despair with anguish and resent unroll,
With the touch of some cold memories and decontrol,
They crumble my heart and I feel ruffled again.
As ripples when they waveringly resurface,
I try and held myself against them and brace.
Once again I play a silent war with stories of the past ;
I fight to resist them so as to efface and off I can cast.
I release slowly what I carry along yet but within..
For I know I need to ascend from the hollow baggage in.
It can't be a thing of tomorrow and I need to overcome,
For I know what's gone shouldn't affect what is to come !
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