Tag: the past

Poetry

First Love

Do you still think of me

Twenty-some years later 

Am I alone in my thoughts

My memories of the good

And the bad

So many firsts

That new love brings

As we grow older 

The firsts are not the same

Innocence has been lost

Passion fades

Life has made us hard

Accepting new love

New lovers

New desires

No longer easy to come by

I long for the earlier days

When love was in abundance

I think of you

Do you think of me

Poetry

Do you feel like 

You are treading water 

Don’t give up

Fight through the pain 

The exhaustion 

Take a deep breath 

Sink if you need

Feel the womb of the ocean 

Comfort you

It’s ok to go under

For a second

Hold your breath

Feel the water envelop you

Then…

Kick those legs

Pull yourself up

Come up for air

Take that breath 

Fight the fatigue

Remember hope

Remember love

Remember life 

I know your tired

It would be so easy

To let go

Sink

Remember home

Remember love

Remember loss

All the things that made you strong

It’s ok to go under

For a second

Hold your breath

Feel the water envelop you

Then…

Kick those legs

Pull yourself up

Come up for air

Take that breath 

Fight the fatigue

Remember hope

Remember love

Remember life

A rescue boat

May never come

You’re on your own 

And that’s okay 

You may feel

Unprepared for what’s ahead

Afraid of the unknown 

Afraid of drowning 

The anchor 

Feels heavy

Around you

Pulling you down 

It’s ok to go under

For a second

Hold your breath

Feel the water envelop you

Then…

Kick those legs

Pull yourself up

Come up for air

Take that breath 

Fight the fatigue

Remember hope

Remember love

Remember life

Fight the current

You can push through 

It’s only water 

It’s only life

It’s painful

But it’s also hope

It’s love

It’s worth it

It’s ok to go under

As long as you 

Kick those legs

Pull yourself up

Come up for air

Take that breath 

Fight the fatigue

Remember hope

Remember love

Remember life

And Breathe

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If you could turn back the clock

What would that look like

Would you tell that person

You love them more than life itself 

Or that you wish they had never

Darkened your doorstep

Would you relive that first kiss

Or do it with another

Would you study hard

And earn that degree

That has no impact

On your future 

Or would you travel the world 

Seeing the what the history books

Can’t show you 

Would you play everything safe 

College 

Marriage

Kids

Would you change the things you’ve done

Or would you do everything the same way 

Poetry

The Goodbye Note

Penned in a time of despair

A time loss 

A time that has changed

The receiver never 

Understands why

Such a letter is exchanged

The sender knows

It’s felt in the heart and soul

Never to be interchanged 

Poetry

45

Almost there

What does that mean

I’m not where I

Thought I’d be

I did not expect

A suicide attempt

One or more

Rehabilitation stays

Jobs upon jobs

Figuring out

Who I am

Who I’m supposed to be

Fired for the first time

In my many pursuits

Am I stopping myself

Am I in my own way?

I don’t feel okay

I don’t feel right

I don’t know what’s going on

I don’t know what mask to don

I act

I apply

I try so hard

I’m lost in myself

I’m wrong for the part

The position, the role

I try so hard

I’m still the black swan

I won’t give up

Figuring out

Who I am

Not put on a shelf

Like a book

Or a journal

With words

Or none

I will

Find out

Who I am

For once and for all

I will write

I will sing

I will be with myself

One on one

The heartbreak

The tears, and pain

Are all I am and

I will not fall

I will over come

I will pursue

I will love again

I will continue to hope

For more than I am

For more than I can be

For all that I want

For all that is to be

I want for more

I need to be

One who lives

One who can cope

To be

To be

To be

The truest me

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Poetry

Vintage

Turning forty (oh so old)

Some may even say vintage

–

Like songs of my youth

Now playing on classic radio stations

–

Like playing outside all day

Occasionally into the night

–

Like going to school

With only the worries of failing a test

–

Like having peers from Mexico

Unafraid to go to school in America

–

Like presuming the world

Is a safe place to live

–

Being in one’s prime

No longer seems a malediction

But a culmination

Of wondrous experiences