Why is it that I’ve tried so hard
to forget?
When I’ve spent so long
trying to remember.
Then, when I stop,
it all catches up with me.
You catch up with me.
I catch up with myself.
When did I lose you?
And how did I find myself in this place again?
The place of wanting to run,
Run so fast, hard and away.
From myself, from you, and from the world.
I break,
I’m shattered.
I fear all these little pieces
can’t be put back together,
No matter how talented the artist is,
I’m broken.
But then I remind myself of the
Beauty in the broken places.
Breathing again, I walk on into
A new dawn,
A new day,
A new life.
by Bekah Halle
@ Hello Poetry
