Репост из: Poetic Therapy
They say history repeats itself,
but it is not history;
it is us—
our stubborn grip
on the threads of the familiar,
our refusal to unwrite
the tragedies that define us.
We call it destiny,
but it is only fear
worn like a shroud.
but it is not history;
it is us—
our stubborn grip
on the threads of the familiar,
our refusal to unwrite
the tragedies that define us.
We call it destiny,
but it is only fear
worn like a shroud.