I continue to live this feckless lie,
That time is the healer of all things,
That “moving forward” is to mean,
“You can leave the past behind,”
When truth says otherwise:
After this journey,
I’m back again,
To the start,
The end,
Still.
I continue to live this feckless lie,
That time is the healer of all things,
That “moving forward” is to mean,
“You can leave the past behind,”
When truth says otherwise:
After this journey,
I’m back again,
To the start,
The end,
Still.
Discarded Recollections 
Its hope what makes us move forward.. even if the pain is still there. beautifully written , i really enjoyed it as always!! 🥰
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As always, thank you for the kind comments. I’m not sure if the narrator is angrier with time, hope, or the promise of peace. I imagine they all amount to the same thing in the end.
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