What about the things we could not change?
(Perhaps, never can and never will).
What about how they eat us up whole, alive?
What about how much we understand of control?
And thus how well we know how little we can do about some things,
and yet we break;
what about how hard we break?
It heals, some wounds.
I could tell you about wounds that never heal,
wounds that watch as time passes by,
as everything else changes,
but the wake of the sores, but the pain…
the wounds as fresh, as deep, as hellish
But what about the wounds we talk nothing of?
What about the ones that keep us up most nights?
What about how hard we’ve tried to forget the pain,
to let go, forget what happened, to move past it all?
What about how impossible that has felt?
As you close your eyes, with pains of before,
it could save you more heartache to remember this:
it is good to cry,
and we will cry.
And because you can, it is okay to hurt,
so we will break over and over.
But we must have the hearts to finally let go,
however impossible it may feel,
for we must move on.
We must embrace change
and cleave our paths to more.
We must begin to move and seek light
and embrace that which is within us.
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Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.