Looking back, maybe it’s time to say it’s all over.
Yet, the memories still are fresh.
And even though both the good and the bad parts still come to mind, it’s the latter that comes to the forefront.
Is there any point in “repairing it”? Will it be back to the normal way? Is it not going to hurt again?
I don’t know, is my only answer.
Maybe, it’s about finding myself over.
Maybe, this is about giving myself a second chance and a new lease.
Maybe it’s the start of a new page in my book.
Yet the courage to stay on, or even try to; seems far away, fading away into oblivion.
The courage to hope for a fresh beginning; I need to somehow get it back.
Yet, I need a little time.
Maybe, what I need is a gentle push, for things to get back to normalcy.
They always say, “Once bitten, twice shy.”
Yet staying in the shell won’t help.
Someday I know I have to get out and try to hope again.
I guess it’s time to stop the repairs and start over.
All I pray is that in its due course, time would help.