Let's give it a go

Silence my questions,

Silence my doubts.

This is the sentence.

The verdict is out.

 

My memories stifle me.

I need to outgrow

The wounds that have tortured me,

made me withdraw.

 

The past doesn't feed me.

No, not anymore.

Deliciously painful,

I've gnawed to the core.

 

Self-pity and fear.

It's all getting old.

Let's give love a go,

let the story unfold.

Author's Note

A short poem about my commitment phobia, my first attempt at poetry so really, I have no idea what I'm doing :)