Some Things Are Better Off Dead
When you stop and think about it
some things are better off dead
like love too often neglected or abused
tortured memories that bring sorrow
feel the anger then let it go, let it die
hate can only touch you if you let it
let your honor die in the sight of men
they have killed it and set you free
to be what you are, do what you want
hold honor fast in your heart, hidden
bury the regrets that don't deserve to live
chew them all up and spit them out
don't let nagging guilt drag you down
take a hard look then cut it to pieces
sweep it into a black hole of oblivion
watch it disappear at long last
abandonment, the cruelest abuse
should remain in the painful past
learn the hard lesson that not all
love as you do, stop expecting it
rejoice in freedom. Enjoy tranquility
don't visit the graveyard ever again
leave those putrid dead things to decay
walk in the sunlight, hold your head up
don't grieve misunderstanding, rejection
only you and God know your truth
should of, could of, why, what if
are four burdens to forget about
they won't change anything
do your best where you are now
be at peace, sleep well at night
realize your past is not you
only a part of your experience
only a teacher of wisdom
a sculptor of the best of you
leave the past in the past
treasure those who don't desert you
cultivate the garden of friendship
love lives and breathes all around you
surrender your spirit to its rejuvenation
Regis. 🌸🌼🌳🌲🍁
This poem is a potential bit of good advice to those who have been hurt badly by life through no action of their own. Especially for women, but in some cases, for men as well.
As I read your words, "let your honor die in the sight of men," I was taken back initially, but as I read further, I believe I understood where you were coming from.
Of all of your poetry, this one is quite different, but challenges the reader more. Kudos.
Ron
Sandie