The Price To Forget

Tree Triplets

What’s become of her soul so worn?
What of her heart and mind now torn?
These questions may never be answered, but we hope,
To teach her, show her some way that she can cope.
Her memories: the cemetery of her mind.
Here she seeks to raise the dead, unbind,
Some measure of forgotten joy.
“It’s true,”
She says, “That forgotten demons return to haunt you.”
Then frightened of what she might find, she turns back.
Believing the lie that it’s courage she does lack.
We now find these broken: her mind, soul, and heart;
The price she paid to forget. She tore herself apart.

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