Does your heart remembers loves and losses you never lived?
Have you ever felt like you’re carrying the weight of countless lifetimes within you? Like your soul is an old one, burdened with the emotions and experiences of not just your own existence but those of others as well?
Like an old soul
That’s on my own
Feeling too much at times
Like I had lived
A thousand lifetimes
Emotions trapped
Past experiences
Joy, agony
Both mine and others
I love and I hate
Too much
Stories awaiting to be told
Burying my nose
In words
Day and night
Creating my very own
Seventh heaven
Many had asked
If it’s all about me
Well,
There are pieces of me
Here and there
How much or how deep?
It shall remain
An enigma
What are these feelings that haunt me? Where did they come from? And am I their sole owner, or do they echo from somewhere else?
©Britt H
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✍️Previously published: 22th September 2023 | Part of my consolidated writing portfolio.