The echoes of yesterday, a haunting melody,
Each note a whispered "what if," a heart's cruel symphony.
Regret, a heavy cloak, draped over my soul,
A bitter taste of "should have," a story left untold.
But in the silence, a whisper, soft and low,
A gentle breeze of forgiveness, beginning to flow.
To release the chains of anger, the bitterness I hold,
To mend the broken bridges, let the past unfold.
Forgiveness, a fragile flower, blooming in the heart,
A delicate fragrance, a brand new start.
To forgive myself, to forgive the one who wronged,
To break free from the shackles, where my spirit has been thronged.
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Barine kabari
A Storyteller, poet in love, dark dreams, motivation
Waves fantastical Worlds through the power of my imagination. With a pen in my hand and a mind with possibilitie.📝
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Wow Braine ! This piece captures it in a way that allows readers to reflect on their own experiences, and perhaps, in time, find a way to release some of that weight.