Here I am just like a child,
Again I feel the pain.
Our hearts are just too wild,
To be contained.
They feel too deep…
Feel too much;
They pull us to and fro.
Hearts recall, and with such…
Fervor and fire!
The past we wish to forget,
Yet our hearts beat to the echoes,
Of pasts filled with regret,
And pointless suffering.
Our hearts always remember,
And the body never forgets.
A persevering, igneous ember,
Left from the fires of youth.
K. Aldaya, 9/22/16
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