“When Old Thoughts Visit Me” 🌸

 

When old thoughts drift, like evening rain,

Whispering tales of silent pain,

Of roles once held, that gave me less,

I pause — not to dwell, but to bless.

 

I see the strength that time revealed,

The silent scars that gently healed,

The lessons wrapped in quiet strife,

All shaping chapters of my life.

 

A helping hand, so warm, so true,

Gave a ray of hope — a brighter view.

It lit my path, with gentle grace,

And wiped the past without a trace.

 

I am not lost in what was then,

I walk today with wiser pen.

No past regret shall hold my flame,

For I have grown — and shed that name.

 

So let them come, those thoughts once near

I’ll greet them not with shame — but clear

 

“God, Thank you for the path you showed,

But now I choose a lighter load.”

--Devi BS