Old grudges can no longer
hold me inside
Words, few spoken, never understood,
Went by
There's a cage calling my name
with every cranny and nook
With pen of past memories,
I no longer write my book
There's an illusion, of symphonic heartbeats
breaking at every lie
Now, I'm becoming good at accepting truth,
I no longer deny
Grief, sadness, sorrow,
I no longer hold onto
When heart feels too full to beat,
I let it all go....:)
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