5 years from now,
I'll look back at today.
I'l wish I never kept a diary.
For when I'l read today's entry,
I'l recapture the feelings that drove this pen in a frenzy across this page.
The sadness.
The insecurity.
The anger.
Words I could not say,
In the fear of regretting them later.
I'l wonder if my insecurities were justified.
I'l judge the errors you'l make through the glasses of an error long gone.
For ink captures feelings,
Casts them Medusa's stare,
And freezes them for eternity.
But to keep it as a memory only is a dilemma.
For memory,
Like a chameleon, changes with circumstances.
5 years from now,
It'l paint the memory using a palette of feelings I'l have then.
In a happiness,
Your fault will be a forgivable glitch,
On a mental picture,
Of an overally splendid time together.
But melancholy will magnify it.
For sadness scratches the heart's scabs.
Making old wounds bleed anew.
Norman Mukwakwami
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-write-or-not-to-write-2/
