When The Heart Refuses To Forget

There is a feeling
that keeps returning uninvited,
breaking my heart again and again—
even on days I swear I am fine.

I try to move forward,
but memories rise like tides,
pulling me back,
whispering doubts until I feel small,
until I forget my own worth.

I ask myself how to survive this weight,
why life feels so unfair,
why pain seems to chase
those who only wanted peace.

I try to forget,
but the past stays awake,
fresh and sharp,
unleashing everything I tried to bury.
Why does life press so hard on me?

I search the sky for answers,
wondering if prayers still travel upward,
if they are heard at all.
Every minute I ask,
every heartbeat aches.

This feeling is heavy,
heartbreaking, relentless—
and I am still learning
how to breathe through it,
how to hope again,
how to heal.