1 min readJul 4, 2019

Thought they’ve healed

Life rips open and stabs

Never really healed

Or not completely

In that sliver of time

Before the wound

Oblivious of the end

Life was very good

Flashes, snapshots, memories

Lapses, holes, leaks

The past, the present

Tangled in a mess

A wake up call?

Lessons unlearned!

Stubborn heart!

To what end?

What if?

Take a risk?

Other fish?

Life’s a bitch!


Donato R. Vytiaco

28 May 2000 @ 1244H