Let it go or hold it strong,
myself getting hurt both ways.
I was a delusional mess
when I look back to old days.

trying my best to hold on,
I was a weird kid back then.
like sand castle, it got washed away
salted wounds giving me pain.

now that I look back and think,
I grew up with loving beings.
i realised life can be both
harsh winter or blooming spring.


#WritcoPoemPrompt44
Think about a time in your life when you couldn’t make a decision, and write a poem based on it.
© Sarang