Through the eyes of yesterday

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
― Cormac McCarthy—

Can you feel the sand falling through my fingers,

The once solid turns to dust on one touch,

As the words echo of what has been,

Sins and thoughts long forgotten.

The very name sends tears running,

As their cheeks have not forgotten

The cold embrace of my comfort.

I saw and felt a thousand pains,

Wounds and scars they carry in my name,

Yet it is forbidden to usher,

Just like a soft whisper

it haunts the darkest corners of their minds.

But what they misunderstood,

It is hope that resides in my heart,

Watching their back turned,

Walking into the sunset…

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