Mar 8, 2021
Looking For Tomorrow
My eyes burn
From the smoke of my past
Sweltering blisters begin to
Form in my memory
Growing rapidly from trauma
Begging to be forgotten
Knowing very well they
Aren't going anywhere
They have always been present
On the back burner
Of what I identify
As memories that won't ever
Disappear
While this poem does seem pessimistic, it's more of a realization. Yes, I have a past, a rather rocky one. However, I am tired of living in the past. I yearn to be happy and find the joy in things as opposed to always looking down.