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
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