There’s no one to save you
from yourself
just you,
No twist in this tale,
no dramatic beginning or end
all that,
has come, and gone
what’s left
are the imprints, of broken promises
much of which
you’ve made to yourself
of how things are going to be,
that perfect everything, that was supposed to be your life,
if you so choose, you can erase them all,
or not,
leave them, lying in parts,
or not,
or start anew,
It’s up to you,
repeating this to myself, doesn’t help
I am difficult to convince
I find
captured by the constant duel
between the heart and the mind
I remain trapped
in an unconquerable time warp that’s
mocking me ……….
Sashikala Premawardhane
26 May, 2018
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