If I can,
In my bag to be,
I’ll keep a lot of secret pockets,
To hide my feelings, others are not supposed to see.

A suppressed laughter,
A confidence hidden in anguished eyes.
Dreams, buried deep under expectations,
Bounded in shackles, hopelessly sigh.

If I can,
Inside those metallic chains,
I’ll hide once and for all…
Those haunting scars and afflicting pains.

Hoping that the agonizing echoes of past,
Will stop screaming again and again.
I’ll push deep inside those excruciating memories,
All I know they render nothing but pain.

With my bag to be, on my back,
I’ll let go of it all.
To live a life starting afresh,
Rising over again from the fall.

© GS_Stella