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Black starless sky creeping over the crimson endless sunset,
Seems as the earth's edge where deep-blue arc of the horizon met,
Staining the waves purple and blending with the vast ocean,
All memories came flooding back, the prison chains now broken.
Thawed and bursting a late winter, a night so dark yet feels eternal,
In search of my soul, lost between the lines inside this journal.

The weeping willow, my real and constant companion now follows the wind,
The broken dreams at night surround me, feeling like I have been skinned,
Looking out the misty window and lured by dazed thoughts,
Hanging in a looming shade of dull grey, I'm numb and at a loss.

Under a blanket of icy fog, all area covered in a sheet of pristine white,
I am melting into the shadows and sliding away into the cold night,
Snow fell lightly from the overcast sky, softly into the hollow of my palm,
Sending chills of frost through the air, silence
in a most sad calm.

In the quiet of the night, the sound of wind and snow elapsed,
I find myself stranded, heartbroken and fading grasped.
Flashes of burried memories scattered like leaves astray,
Clock ticks on, time slips away in the shadows as years decay.

In the heart's chamber, resting frozen the pain now resides,
The coldness lingeres and memories dwell like rising tides.
Enduring this sea of pain by the bitter sting of betrayal's blow,
Promises burning into ash, the wonds of trust silently grow.

In the crowded streets, I see you in every face,
Reflections of you at every turn, a storm that my heart can't erase.
I'm lost, just a ghost left behind in this ocean of unknown,
In the shadows of your lies, adrift and feeling all alone.

Like a haunting melody, searing pain echoes in my head,
Pervasive agony resounded, engulfing me in waves of dread.
Daggers piercing my heart's bind, unrelenting tearing it apart,
Leaving scars that bleed, like a shattered work of art.
Silent sobs escape my trembling lips, veiled in blurry haze,
The salt of tears I've sown, paint a mournful maze.

In the dimly lit room, the small lighter in hand flicked,
Its flame danced, bickers and quivers, eager tongues licked.
Casting an amber glow over the old scars with care,
And coating it in warmth healing the wounds they bear.

Watching the bright flame, so bright and bold,
Devour a fresh red line, untamed and untold.
Grating the skin, felt a small sting as the cut began to bleed,
And in fire's embrace to numb the hurt, my pain was freed.

In the shadows of the night, where hope seems starless,
Searching at the boarders of dreams to bring light to darkness.
Through icy winds, the past's whispers blow,
Tears and voices quarrelling and falling on a  canvas of woe,
Wondering alone, where the shadows grow,
Into the depth of despair, through the coldest snow.

Road of forgetting nowhere in sight, albeit years going by so fast,
Embracing loneliness and giving up to the silent irrevocable past.
I hear memories whispering, the past and present intertwine,
Whole world became pale into the void that you left behind.
Blaming my memory that keeps tugging, tied by waves of sorrow,
We can neither go to the past nor have one more "tomorrow"...

Unfinished writings swept away by time's relentless stream,
The past has long become dull, fading like a forgotten dream.
Words left unspoken now weigh heavy on my soul,
Leaving me broken and empty, unable to feel whole.

In skies of dreams, I must bring regrets along and keep soaring,
With feet that waltz through the burdens of everyday life's storming.
Undistractable, I build my fortress, strong and tall,
Where I pen my tale, a story that echoes no past recall.
Resolute and free, here writing my own story, a tale so vast,
Letter for the girl I used to be and looks nothing like the past.

"We do not heal the past by dwelling there.
  We heal the past by living fully in the present."
~ M. W.