Poem

Burden Me by MwsR

Working through the part of the past

Not seeking any trouble or for itoall to last

I’ve made demons from thoughts

Walked out when I should of halted

Excused bad behavior for premise of love

Took more than I should of because of blood

Things were construed and misrepresented

Parts of me were damaged along the way

Forgiveness came more easy than my own understanding

Fractured I created a new person

Little did I know about such things

More than not I had to keep dredging it all up

This was to preserve the newness in me

Sadly the old one never did leave

In a dream or sudden thought

All of my world seems to halt

I feel the tearing down and the crumbling weight

What would be the reason for it all?

Is it a great revelation that is to come

Perhaps something new will spring from

One’s life might make no sense

Things might get buried deep down and never leave

Parts gets broken and yet they will live on

Life is more than eloquent words or a song

It is the triumph of keeping on.