My fear, My war, My lost and forgotten life.
I wish I could live in the moment and not regret
I’m not sure how to make it stop, the constant hum of sorrow.
I’ve forgiven, and I’m grateful for the lessons I’ve learned
I just don’t know how to live again, in this moment.
This is my constant battle.
To live, not just exist.
poetry | martiabernathey September 12, 2006
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By Gwen, September 13, 2006 @ 12:42 am
Me too.
By Gwen, September 12, 2006 @ 8:42 pm
Me too.