A heavy weight begins to drag me down
As lately I have come to dread what's been.
The silence has become the loudest sound
And turbulence is rife in tranquil seas.
I'm haunted by the past and all its shades -
They shadow me throughout the night and day -
They cut me with the sharpest sort of blade;
Where once I prowled, I'm stalked as though I'm prey.
When living with the burdens of our youth,
Our adulthood is oft besmeared with blight,
But standing firm and facing up to truth
Will turn the inky clouds to fluffy white.
Although it seems the rain will never cease,
Discard the chains and you will be released.
Forgiving ourselves...forgiving those that hurt us, those that keep us tethered to the past, is definitely one of the hardest things to do. But as you've stated, once you're able to let go and "discard the chains" that load evaporates. Wonderful!
How can a sonnet be simple? Almost ironic for me personally :)
Let me explain myself, choosing to write a formed poem for a certain topic or in here emotions, means a part of you doesn’t see this simple. And the emotions here are complicated.
I think it doesnt have to do with aging or anything, we all feel this once in a while.