Who doesn’t meet them?
Who doesn’t get pulled in by them
Into those alleys we would like to forget?
I exorcised them, pushed them away
Away into the valleys of obscurity
Closed my doors despite their persistence.
I know they visit uninvited,
They linger in the shadows
To fan your wrath, to create ruckus.
The more you feed them,
The bolder they get
To add angst to your heart.
Only when you stop listening to them
Only when you accept the past
And forgive those you hold responsible
Only when you fight
The self-created demons
Only then, will they recede.
Serenity lies within your heart
But you have to stoke it
To let it permeate around you.
© Balroop Singh
Inspired from somebody who clings to the past and keeps wallowing in self-pity.
Thank you.
Many thanks to Colleen for a lovely review of my latest release – Slivers: Chiseled Poetry
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