When the past comes to my mind,
It’s the pain in my heart that unwinds,
Reminiscing about events that seem unkind,
And the deep ache of those pains that still binds.

Why has this happened?, the past did unfold,
It’s not easy to weep and just uphold,
Pains in my heart fade, seem impossible and cold, The tears, solitude, anxiety it caused, untold.

When times arise that I feel life’s strife,
Conscience whispers amid people’s rife,
Thoughts of solitude start to loom,
Loneliness becomes my deepest gloom.

The stronger emotions always reign supreme,
Yet not enough to engulf like a raging stream,
To relive this moment is what I shun,
The disgrace it brought to everyone.

It also feels the times when I’m alone,
Tears falling facing night’s moon,
Pains in my heart begin to groan,
The cause, not easy to stand alone.

I face everyone as if nothing happened,
Cry, pains, lonesome, blend in tandem,
Not easy for it to vanish,
Not easy for it to be banished and finished.

My personality is modest and heart melting,
Bringing forth tempers that are quite alarming,
It’s not all light, sometimes heart-wrenching,
Yet I persist in enduring, unflinching.

© Nathan Andrie