My Book

For so long my thoughts had been locked away to only collect dust and inhabit eight legged occupants which now call it their home.

 

Burried deep beneath piles of lies, hurt and pain,

Hidden away out of fear to feel once again.

 

I kept them there for so long,

The pages moaned each time one was turned,

Aching and creaking like the old boans of a field hand.

 

Reading each story outloud,

My tears of memories soaked through the pages,

Bleeding the print into nonexistence.

 

And again,

I quietly closed it.

Returning the book of my past,

Once more to collect dust and become forgotten.

Reviews

[Luissanto]

Beautifully written... You can feel the heartache, grief and sorrow behind every word.
The mourning for such loss which causes deep heartbreak shows right through.
I can relate to your strong and courageous words for I have been there.
Thank You for sharing such intimacy with us.

[fitz Roberts]

Reveiw review that's what I do so I wrote this review just for you lol love the symbolism some memories are like that best put away and forgotten good read lleo

[Adrienne St.Romain]

Thank you Fitz!

[Luissanto]

Beautifully written... You can feel the heartache, grief and sorrow behind every word.
The mourning for such loss which causes deep heartbreak shows right through.
I can relate to your strong and courageous words for I have been there.
Thank You for sharing such intimacy with us.

[Adrienne St.Romain]

Thank you Luissanto.

[Angie G]

Ahh, haven't we all hidden those books never to be opened again?, but sometimes reading those pages again reminds us of how far we have gotten and how much stronger we now are.

[Adrienne St.Romain]

Love you Angie!