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Here I sit

alone on this bed

surrounded by memories

reading my words left unsaid.

I've never been one to stay disconnected

from my heart to my head.

Has my sadness went away,

or have I really shut my feelings out and given in, and moved on, instead?

I see all these words, poems, art, and photographs

it's absurd.

I don't feel a connection,

I don't feel recognition.

Just memories of how I used to feel deep inside,

exposed, right in front of my eyes.

And here I sit,

ready to begin again

writing the words of the past

all left unsaid.

I can feel connected

from my heart to my head

time has shown me connections

each time I try and try again.

Maybe it's blessings

or just lifes lessons

who knows

maybe if I forgive my past sadness

I'll get to go to heaven.

Oh look,

It's 11:11.