Sunday, July 8, 2012

Making Peace With The Ghosts of Our Past



Today I heard the song that played
The night I met my future wife
But now that she is dead and gone
That song cuts me like a knife

Of course painful memories hurt us all
But sometimes good ones hurt the most
There must be someplace I could go
Where I’m not haunted by her ghost

It’s not just her memories that haunt me
But those of other friends I’ve lost
So many glorious days I’ve had
But why must now I pay the cost?

I feel good memories should be cherished
Instead of avoided like the plague
But nostalgia can feel like an evil curse
So for simple peace of mind I beg

Perhaps I’m simply oversensitive
To everything that time will take
And memories are just reminders
That I own nothing that can’t break

But I must find a way to stop my ghosts
From letting me move on
Life’s too short to get depressed
Every time I hear a song

So I listened to that song again
But this time I let the ghosts appear
Instead of fighting back the image
Out of anger, hurt, and fear

I saw the ghosts of who we were back then
One of her and one of me
But instead of cursing them for their return
I wished them well and set them free

Although I knew their paths would soon diverge
I had to believe they would cross once more
In another life and another place
Wonderful reunions are in store

Perhaps ghosts just seek acknowledgement
We all have pasts we cannot save
But although paths diverge and people die
Our souls exist beyond grave

6 comments:

  1. A soft and haunting, beautifully written and expressed melodic insight that inspires a feeling of night and freedom to either go against the winds of change and flutter into a sense of failed understanding or to flow with the ghost of a given direction that leads toward an ultimate destiny. I like poem alot. Wow.

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    1. I agree that fighting against change often just creates failed understanding and sadness! I'm glad you liked the poem!

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  2. Wow, I like this poem... it is so understanding and sensitive... Moving forward, realising the past is only in our memory and the futre in our minds... the moment is what matters. The feelings attached to that moments. Feelings coming from the past - should be kept at the past. Very well written.

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    1. Sonia-It's so true that it's important to learn to get go of feelings attached to the past! I'm so glad you liked this poem!

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  3. lovely piece. journeying through the pain is the only way you but it behind you. i think you captured that process.

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  4. Amazing poem, you're a tremendous writer, thanks for sharing this!

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