Enter the peace curried by the protective rain;
The monotony provides comfort to my wounded spirit;
Heals like a mother would if she could;
The gloom pacifies my racing mind – I don’t fear it.
Warm memories rushing back uncalled:
The calming drizzle brings warmth and fulfillment.
The dusky hue of the panorama outside my window,
Symbolizes mom’s cursed emotional abandonment.
My soul is destitute of unconditional love;
The house of my childhood dilapidated;
My relationships bereft of innocence;
Life is harsher than I had anticipated.
When you’re down, it’s a long way up;
When you’re up, it’s a long way down,
Love and Rockets reminds the romantic
I must keep swimming, lest I drown.
This is not the end of the story of my life;
Oh no! My unyielding determination buoys me.
A tireless struggle to become all that I can –
The sapling that is my heart will become a tree.
Here is another poem you might like.
Keep fighting the good fight, Dana. From Jason, 1998
“Bittersweet Memories” © Jason Merchey 1998-2017