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Shadows We Choose to Forget

Delving into the echoes of memories we leave behind.

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Based on a Prompt from 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓒 in KTHT March Prompts:

Write about things you wish you could forget.

Ghosts linger in the corners of thought, Their presence is a silent testament to the battles fought. Each memory a shadow, elongated and thin, A reminder of a past, both bitter and grim.

Laughter once filled the air, now replaced by silence, Joy is overshadowed by the remnants of defiance. Promises that once shone bright as the day, Now, remnants of hope are fading away.

Words, reckless and sharp, cut deep, Leaving scars in a soul, too weary to weep. The pain of the past, a constant reminder, Of moments lost, and actions unkind.

Burdened by choices, heavy and vast, Wishing we could erase the shadows they cast. The paths not chosen, the silence unbroken, The words unspoken, the truth unawoken.

Love that once burned, is now a cold ember, Memories we try, yet fail to dismember. Bridges once crossed, now but ruins, Testaments to choices, and ensuing confusions.

Dreams that soared, now tethered and bound, Lost in the cacophony of reality’s sound. Aspirations once bright, now tainted by fear, A muffled cry for the future, we long to hold dear.

Betrayal’s sting, a relentless frost, A reminder of innocence and trust lost. Friendships treasured, now but a token, Of words betrayed, and vows broken.

Yet, from the rubble, a flicker of light, A beacon of hope, in the perpetual night. Learning to let go, to forgive and mend, To find peace with the past, and on ourselves, depend.

We nurture the garden within, with care, Planting seeds of hope in the barren despair. Allowing the light to seep through the cracks, Embracing the future, with no glance back.

To shed the weight of memories, dark and drear, To step into the light, unencumbered by fear. For in forgetting, we find a path so clear, To the essence of self, held incredibly dear.

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