Now I m free…Free of your shadow…. Now I can be…Whatever I want… Now you are not there…To hold my thoughts… Now my mind races….To pretty new faces… To calm new eyes…To make new ties… Still there is something…Something that I hate to mention… Something that gives me tension…Something that is… well something.. Don’t take it as lust…Nor it is love….. But it is something…Something called my heart… That you have taken forever……and now I hold it… torn apart… ------------- Amar Laksh
Such a sense of accomplishment to overcome something that once was so binding. It still lingers, that essence of the past that reminds us of who we were and how we felt.. That bribes and torments with a cheeky smile. It takes strength. And while it is important to move on, I don't think we should ever be told to forget the trouble we faced. This piece incorporates both that strength and consciousness. Lovely
Such a sense of accomplishment to overcome something that once was so binding. It still lingers, that essence of the past that reminds us of who we were and how we felt.. That bribes and torments with a cheeky smile. It takes strength. And while it is important to move on, I don't think we should ever be told to forget the trouble we faced. This piece incorporates both that strength and consciousness. Lovely
A sad poem. Some people hold on to us and we will never forget them.
"Now I m free…Free of your shadow….
Now I can be…Whatever I want…"
I like the goal. Hard to accomplish. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote