What Remains Written By Alice M. Harnisch
What Remains…
The years have come and drifted on by,
And still I hold onto regret like a blade
Clinging to my heart.
The forgiveness doesn’t come as easily
As I had hoped – as time passes me
I realize some may never know or understand the love
That will be forever trapped within my heart.
The years that have passed have left stains on my soul
That I can never wash away, the “deaths” that lay in the past
Still are as fresh as if they happened today.
The loneliness of choices made by someone else keeps my heart awake
In the dark of night.
As another birthday comes and then passes by it just becomes a
Bitter reminder of things left behind, Abandoned, or never captured….
Knowing that just to hold his hand, would be all I need to have a happy birthday,
Just to capture his heart, the way he has somehow captured mine but I am flawed,
filled with pre-conceived notions, and this sense of self-doubt masked
By sarcasm and the joke is on me because I am not yet strong enough
To break away from the defenses left by that pain left behind by another…
The years have come and drifted on by,
And still I hold onto regret like a blade
Clinging to my heart.
The forgiveness doesn’t come as easily
As I had hoped – as time passes me
I realize some may never know or understand the love
That will be forever trapped within my heart.
The years that have passed have left stains on my soul
That I can never wash away, the “deaths” that lay in the past
Still are as fresh as if they happened today.
The loneliness of choices made by someone else keeps my heart awake
In the dark of night.
As another birthday comes and then passes by it just becomes a
Bitter reminder of things left behind, Abandoned, or never captured….
Knowing that just to hold his hand, would be all I need to have a happy birthday,
Just to capture his heart, the way he has somehow captured mine but I am flawed,
filled with pre-conceived notions, and this sense of self-doubt masked
By sarcasm and the joke is on me because I am not yet strong enough
To break away from the defenses left by that pain left behind by another…