By Alia Azwa
I often ponder, filled with doubt,
Am I the lone one fazed, without a shout,
By the dates that cling to meaning's thread,
By the places where memories are spread,
By people who enter, then quietly depart,
By the thoughts that send shivers, chilling the heart.
Am I delving too deep into this matter?
Am I treating it with undue weight?
Are my emotions perhaps too strong and fervent?
Is this, in truth, a mountain or merely a hill to me?
If it matters to you, it matters.
Yet, if it shatters you and leaves you torn,
Does it really matter?
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