Wall of Memories
I am chasing the shadows of my past,
Wondering if things will take a different turn.
I’m thinking that if I had been brave enough,
will I be able to confront those fears
that made my eyes burn?
There’s an imprint on the wall of memories,
Not even a river of tears could wash away.
I guess it was carved in a certain way,
I’m reminded everyday.
I reckoned that all things that made me lonesome,
come to think of it, are not really burdensome.
I guess I’ll try to embrace the possibilities,
to protect the present from some tragedies.
~dapithapon / 1.18.2015