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wer That can make me forget and Forgive that long guilty hour</p><p id="afe3">Yet again, I notice another drop This time shining onto my scar, nonstop It is almost as if it is talking to me Showing me a sign, my eyes were failing to see</p><p id="ffe3">The drop is pushing me to think again About the scar and its pain Looking at it, I realize The only way to stop this game — It is to understand the mark will never disappear It is now time to confront my fear</p><p id="c1e3">The scar will get worse if I rub too hard So let me take a breath and just be left off-guard Gradually, accepting my past to be a part of me I bathe in the damned cold water And just let it be…</p><p id="29bf"><i>Thank you for reading! Here are a few more poems written by me. I hope you like them! Happy reading ❤</i></p><div id="2e69" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/an-ode-to-medium-7fa5097cc201"> <div>

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The Shadow of My Past

A poem on guilt

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I take a cold shower In an attempt to wash my sins away But it gets harder as I try to hear What the dirt on me has to say

As I rub the dark blemishes The only thing my soul wishes Is to forget the shadow of the past But alas, I know it is there to last

I look up into the pinholes As the water is dropping down It seems like the flow will never stop Like in my own tears, I will drown

Hopeless, I sit under the shower Realizing there is no power That can make me forget and Forgive that long guilty hour

Yet again, I notice another drop This time shining onto my scar, nonstop It is almost as if it is talking to me Showing me a sign, my eyes were failing to see

The drop is pushing me to think again About the scar and its pain Looking at it, I realize The only way to stop this game — It is to understand the mark will never disappear It is now time to confront my fear

The scar will get worse if I rub too hard So let me take a breath and just be left off-guard Gradually, accepting my past to be a part of me I bathe in the damned cold water And just let it be…

Thank you for reading! Here are a few more poems written by me. I hope you like them! Happy reading ❤

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