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BANGING - at the door of my mind
Memories, some awful, some kind.
I used to think they made me what I am
Traumatized,
Broken,
not often softly spoken.
ANGER - seething beneath the surface
Memories, of scars that serve no purpose.
The rage longing to be set free and
Explode,
Detonate,
a life so often left to retrograde.
REGRET - eyes always glancing backwards.
Memories, causing my life to feel awkward.
Constant desire for a re-do so I can
Rewind,
Re try,
erase all the discomfort and redefine.
DESIRE - for a different perspective
Memories, newly creative and selective.
Trying to start anew is something I
someday hope to do.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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