They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
Pandora Poems 