QUARANTINE LIFE: POETRY PROMPT—MEMORIES

 

The recesses of your mind—such a tricky place

There’s good, bad, bliss, 

Arresting sadness all over the place

And all it takes is one thought; 

One eye-catching thing to send you there

You pray to find a new, safe,

Healthy clean slate 

To write a fresh memory

But where?

The things that take you back 

Where you don’t want to go

Are still alive and well

Maybe a little worn, since stumbling through your life

But triggers still; 

Your heart will tell

Your brain suggests you fix your face; 

Reassures that dignity’s still in place

Now, if only your racing heartbeat would subside

But, some experiences leave scars

That make you relive the hard truth;

Self preservation kicks in

Pride, anxiety, and despair tag along, too

No need to question how you are

Of COURSE you’re not okay

But consolation comes to testify—

You’ve healed a lot since yesterday

It’s human nature to think, to love, to mourn

No crime in how you feel; 

There’s no stopwatch that says 

“By now your wounds should be healed”

Just limit the revisits to the recesses

But if you must go there,

Find the good; there’s no error;

No need to regret that you cared

Love’s never wasted

Love’s NEVER wasted

Lesson learned—but loving’s not a waste of time

The joy you tasted, perhaps, is what remains

To remember fondly and move on?

To appreciate what’s gone?

To mine the good times?

To realize they’re never really gone?

That’s just fine.

-VRW

#RIPMommy 2/4/2003