bury the hatchet

bury the hatchet 

by estefaaano_writes 

"The path to peace begins within."

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It's now 12:15,

I'm strolling down Bacalso Avenue,

Thinking I should bury the hatchet herein,

Not because I want to,

But because I need to.

...

As I stand in the busy streets of this city,

I see people minding their own business.

Walking as swift as time,

Like there's nothing left.

I watch them, like a ghost in their midst,

A solitary figure lost in thought.

The noise of the city fades into a distant hum,

As I ponder the weight of unresolved issues.

The sun dips below the horizon, 

Casting long vivid shadows,

A metaphor for the darkness that lingers within me.

I close my eyes, 

Feeling the sticky air against my skin.

Imagining warm white sands beneath my feet,

A comforting reminder of simpler times.

Maybe it's time to face the past, 

To confront the demons that haunt me.

To bury the hatchet, 

Not as a symbol of surrender,

But as a declaration of peace within myself.

I take a deep breath, steeling my resolve,

And step forward, into the great unknown.