I should leave it behind me,
this lost story of old.
This aching page of forgotten glory,
and empty space.
I hold sand like it was brick between my fingers,
then stand surprised it fell through.
Everything I thought I knew,
widdles so quickly away.
I should force my intuitions
to finally take the reins.
Digging holes that reach the center of the earth
throwing all portraits of history down–
to rest.
I should leave it behind me,
all the insensitivity forced beneath my feet.
Smoldering wood leaving scents that speak,
preaching of distant lands and futures that should have been.
I should leave it behind me.
Because I cannot bend back
to reach what is now buried
without permanently twisting,
to never be the same.
You, my dear, just keep getting better and better.
My love… you are too kind. xoxo π
I hold sand like it was brick between my fingers,
then stand surprised it fell through.
Wow …we always knew the answers ..right..
good write…
Thank you so much Steve! I appreciate you reading. π
This was some deep and interesting poem. Letting go, although seems difficult, seems to also be the way forward. I left go and face the consequences.
Cheers, Butterfly!
You are absolutely right. If you want to heal you have to let go and forgive. Thank you for reading my lord! π
I love the way you write and how it leaves me thinking. Your words resonate with me. so lulling and intoxicating. Beautiful as always love. Xox
Kellie
Thank you Kellie. I am glad they speak to you, that is why I write. It is good to know there are so many others out there that feel and think like we do. Thank you for always reading. π
heavy, deep, with a lot of substance. good stuff.
Thank you, I am glad you stopped by. π