When I go back (still editing)
April 30, 2013 at 12:21pm
It's been a while, hasn't it
Like dusty books on high shelves
Long forgotten, becoming discouraged
Asleep, Patiently awaiting my return
I haven't the strength, not yet at least..
On days of solitude, perhaps
Like ghost towns, a whisper would linger
along the emptiness of what use to be
O' what it is every time I remember..
This day is but new in spring
Birds sing like a church bound choir
and the breeze is the heavens kiss
promises of it's place in existence..
I guess it has been a while, hasn't it
Reminiscing, opening doors so hard to close
Like raging rivers, crashing waves
flood like memories, how they exhaust me..
To go back, if I go back, when I go back
could it awaken a restless beast
A hunger of unknown depths
wildly embracing a tasteful past
but promises of bitter sweet goodbyes..
Although temptation fiercely burns
like fire of forbidden passion,
no stone, have I left unturned
There are no regrets to follow, to stir
It's been a while, it's true
So to reminisce wouldn't be so bad
Forgetting not of who I was or use to be
But gallantly reminding myself
of where I am and all I've become
O' to the journey..
Written by Flor De Maria
Posted on 04/30/13
