Photograph

Viewing the photo doesn’t bring me pain

Just a place I’ll never visit again

I held on tight to everything I see

It slowly and steadily poisoned me

I was allowed to take one last snapshot

Then I packed it all up and threw it out

I’m grateful for the memories of all this

Because now I appreciate my bliss

Soon after this picture had been taken

My happy new life was in the making

I got blank pages and a new pen

And began writing my story again

Now letting the visions come as they please

Penning the story intended for me

This photo is all I have left of that

As I look ahead and never turn back

                                  Myjo