Some Things Can’t Be Fixed
I wouldn’t try to fix them either
Some Things Can’t Be Fixed
I tried to mend what was already torn,
to stitch together pieces that would not stay.
Every effort felt like water on stone,
slipping through my fingers no matter how I held.
I wanted to turn back the hands of time,
erase mistakes and soften the blows.
Some scars remain permanent,
etched deep where no healing can reach.
Pain lingers in quiet moments,
reminding me of what cannot return.
I speak to the empty air for comfort,
hearing only the echo of my own voice.
I move forward with what remains,
accepting truths that cannot change.
Within that acceptance, fragile peace appears,
a reminder that survival itself is strength.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Nicely penned and so true,
Miss Marie, this is a good way to look at life in general. Good job.