Old wounds: Gone… never look back

🍁Chacha Jaramillo✏️✍🏻
2 min readSep 30, 2022

Never look back

Don’t dare to stare

Old wounds are

To hurt you worst than a hack

Wish them not too come back

At early age, learning by myself

Not trusting any just myself

Only the lonely only myself

Drastic measures, learned myself

Mom worked so hard

Dad forced to make more to ends meet

Life was hard, life was cruel

School came up, easy to make friends

Easy to be caught on others hands

Peer pressure for sure, I reassured

Hopelessly accepted it

Hopelessly not being helped

School became my jail

I never wanted to fail

High school, another option

I decided not to break the motion

Peer pressure for sure

Followed like a shadow

Peer testing for acceptance

And performance

Sinners by choice

Apprentice without a choice

Migration – a solution

Not a petition

Working hard for an illusion

Where’s the fucking motivation?

Gather what you can

As fast as you can

Catch the train to freedom

With no pardon

Getting married

I’m rooting, sadly annoyed

Language made me the best to be acquired

Acceptance in a world learned

White only works

Not other colours

At no other hours

No more hors d’oeuvres

Working hard and devoted

As every one voted

Smarter, grew up better

Experience made me the master

Holding a title, the later

Happiness? Still no where to conquer

No one to ask her about

A teapot about to release pressure

It’s spout never to work for sure

Learned practicality

A master in continuity and maturity

Lost purity I must exercise quality

Working my ass off practically

A slap in the face

Shall I risk all my aces?

What about life price

I’m still young

Who cares?

A door opened

I took it, I did not closed it

Making sure it was only for me

It bounced back on me

It hurt so bad it made mad

Homestead

Obligated I took it instead

Heavy as lead

Stuck in my head

Prostrated in bed

Only myself to fed

At the pinnacle of my life

My veins I feel to cut sit s knife

Alone, without a wife

Lost never found

I’m lonely abound

Again I’m sitting here

I look back but I don’t stare

It is hard to share

It is hurtful to spare

A lesson never learned

A life found I wasted

Old wounds come alive

Stings so bad as stingy cuts

I did not understand

Just stand in front of the mirror

And with horror

Accept this old wounds

That still hunts around

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🍁Chacha Jaramillo✏️✍🏻

Hello everyone!👋I found writing helped me cope with anxiety and mental health. My stories relate how resilience helps you with overcome life’s obstacles♉️