An Intruder to My Soul
A Forgotten Pain, Stirring Old Wounds, A Threat to Inner Peace
In my workstation I wrote:
A small fragment of my sorrowed past slips quietly into the present, uninvited. Like a shadow that lingers, unwilling to rest. It arrives not as a guest, but as a social obligation somewhat. Or maybe, that momentary glimpse that tries to stir the ashes of things I thought buried and long forgotten in the grave of the "unlikely" has to rekindle back, just to remind me that it existed.
Yes, here it is, like a wound that never quite healed, a sting that unfurls deep into my soul, waking the old embers of anger, the indignation I thought had withered away. It is an unwelcome visitor, one I must push back into its dormant place, shielding my quiet spirit from its unsettling touch.
I remember those days, when some, in their careless ambition, tried to stain my name, not for truth's sake, rather just for social acceptance, to play the clown to be noticed. It's quite tragic really, how some, born from rags, could easily forget the weight of gratitude fate had gifted them. Instead, smear the reputation of others with the ease of ignorance, like a fool who spoke without knowing, not even a friend or kin of the person they derided, but just a stranger to the heart of the matter, trying to cast stones where they have no right to throw.
And yet, there they were, subjecting someone to ridicule, hiding behind indirect jabs, thinking their words were clever, but I saw through them, their cryptic codes felt flat.
But I buried it all at once and let is sink into the abyss of oblivion a long time ago. Yet it returned just a moment ago, like an echo, a ghost of what I thought was gone, is trying to haunt me once more.
So, be cautious, for the pain we thought extinguished, will find its way back and still has the power to affect us.
Sometimes you need to listen to the whisper of your conscience. Listen to your instinct or that feeling in your gut; otherwise, you’ll regret it if you don’t.