Like a nightmare Lost in me Not so lost Still haunts me . . The guilts, the evil Clutch me every night I, lifting a lamp Dozing off at times . . Dim lights Haunting sights Doing to mind Much more than eyes The horrifying voice Oh, there it is Inside. Inside my head. I shout to hear me out But it chokes me somewhere The echoes roar To whisper Aloud! Only I hear Those creepy moulds Blackened. Sucking. Grinning. Killing . . . Awake. Faded. Still alive.
All that we went through in the past makes a permanent home in us someway or the other. Frightens the hell out of us. Happens, Right? But isn’t that the extra burden, sluggishly killing us. The faint glimpse haunt us just way too much. Summoning all the strength, we try forgetting it at times. But doesn’t that keeps coming to us every now and then.
“The past is over, nothing could be changed. Can’t we all just not live in the present! Can’t we just pull that power over our past to soothe our nerves.” We often say this to comfort ourselves as well as others.
But is it that cushy? No, you can never forget it completely but you have to make peace with it. Acceptance is the key! Accept that it was. Don’t resist. More you run away, more it will haunt you.
Negatives, accept it. Accept that it can’t be changed. Accept that you have to make peace with it to live freely. Accept that you have it live with it. And not pitifully, anymore.
Feel and then cure them. Then find positives to put over them.