Pages

Flipping dust filled pages

Through the silence of the room

Where your memories sit

But you're not ready to face the truth.

You can turn to a new chapter

Where daisies bloom in glory

You can tear out the page

Which holds evidence of a doomed story.

You can close the melancholy

And create something free of haunting spirits

Paint over any trace of grief

Cover it up with gained merits.



Or you can open a new book

Free of dust, burden and agony

Pages gilded in ethereal joy

A fresh start to your deserved story.