Donnerstag, 14. November 2019
Forward...
I wanna believe or tell myself
in time this pain might pass away,
that the more often
I talk, choke, suffer, breath
and repeat again,
I could be able to move
forward.

But what if not?
What if this changes my optimistic view on life.
What if this will become a mayor scare,
that dysfunctions me unrepairable?
Damn.

This pain is here to stay,
because my memories with and
about him will stay for sure.
So maybe it isn’t about healing after all.
Maybe it’s about learning
to handle pain as part
of my new life.
The new me.

9.2.19

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