The mold is cast,
I need to release my past,
Let go of all those bad memories to the last,
Though it’s going to be for me a daunting task…
Such bad memories, where do I send them,
Piling up from the distant when/then,
Eating me away from the inside out,
Painfully like a malignant form of gout…
If I’ve been unable to release it so far,
What makes me think I can do so now,
To start this release I ask of myself how,
It resides within as an odor most foul.
© -me- 27 March 2018
Love ya!
Jane
You can either take your past and own it as part of your character (seems to attract a lot of followers) or you can rejected and become a whole new person. I have noticed a great improvement in everything since you moved into the apartment after your hospitalizations. I think you're on the right track. You are writing much better poetry.
Ron
Writing poetry like this is one
hell of a good start. More please!
I've forgiven those bushwhackers from my past (including myself), but they still keep popping their nasty little heads up every once in a while. Writing every little detail in my memoirs seems to help a lot. Giving them to God helps too. Good luck and may your wings be lifted.
Scott
2. U already do weed.
3. Say 3 Our Fathers & 10 Hail Mary's -
But ... Don't call me in the mornin' !
4. Odor most Foul ...
U Nailed that !!!
🙏😇✌️😇🙏
Regis
L
as the present, and the future. Good look on releasing it, my friend. I like to keep my past handy. I've learned from it.