Poem No 29

TRIAL AND ERROR

My tears have run dry,

No more tears to shed.

The scars are deep,

Scars of sweet memories

left in my mind.

Memories of people who're no longer there.

We say life is a teacher.

Why is it that we can't learn from our mistakes?

Why is it that the same things keep on happening?

We keep on getting hurt,

But still keep those who hurt us?

Self hate arises.

I keep on heading the same direction that left me in tears.

The same direction of faded memories,

The same direction of deep sweet scars.

How can I hide the beautiful scars?

In as much as I own the train,

Passengers in it will determine the trains destination.

It's always trial and error game.

Next patient please...

It's Chebet