This rings a bell
I’ve been here before
You came in my dream
How that can be
You had gone
How nice to see
You overcame it brother
Everything back to normal.
I’ve been here before
In love with the impossible
Searching in vain
For someone
To value me
The queen, the goddess
What are you afraid of
Stupid coward.
I’ve been here before
In this sea with those waves roaring
Wanting to take hold of me
As I run up a higher spot
Stirring I can’t, we can’t.
This rings a bell
I’ve seen this before
The little child
Crying cause nobody
Understands her
As she hides in her shell…
These damned flashbacks...!
© Dulce
20 comments:
Sweet Dulce, I believe we ALL have "been there...done that". It goes for this old Alkie also, TOO many times.
But I can tell you this--as you age, it becomes more acute, stronger--that "hold" on our hearts which leaves the message: "Hurry hurry, it is getting late, Time is passing only too fast. MOVE, fool!"
Time will, does pass. And even now, everything is all right in God's world, He is still in charge of His Creation, and the final outcome of that.
amor y paz
Besos
I had flashbacks this past weekend too. Mine were all pleasant but the thought of letting someone go made it painful.
memories bells, their timing inexplicable, their desires inexplainable, their feelings undeniable...
Life's little triggers, bringing it all back to us, suddenly. It was always there, hiding in our subconscious, waiting.
A reassurring poem, somehow.
Thanks, Secretia
Those moments keep coming back and coming back, in dreams or loose thoughts. You're right. Just don't hold on to the past. :)
I love your poetry, I just started writing poetry but, for some reason the only kind i can write "has to rhyme"... i'll try to take some pointers from you... keep up the awesome work... ps.. check out mine if you get a sec..http://elitepoetz.blogspot.com/
Well written my friend. That past I believe helps make our present. We grow and we learn :) Have a wonderful day :)
You really must do an audio blog.
Sometimes the past repeats to give us another opportunity to grow.
Turkey Butt
This poem rings a bell for a lot of us.But the stories are all unique that cause the ringing..
Thank you for sharing yours;)
xo
This gives me the sense that you feel are stuck in a loop that you cannot escape. I do not know if that is your intention it is just how it makes me feel. Maybe because I repeat my mistakes over and over..
some memories of the past, haunt us throughout our days...i hope yours are filled more with love than tears...
smiles,
when we identify our fears we are on the cusp of taking charge...
deep introspection here..
hugs sweet one
As we get farther away from the time of the loss itself the flashbacks will become less and less painful and may even bring joy.
:) Beautiful.
Our mind does have all these flashbacks, don;t they.. i wonder if that's a sign of growing old??? Can't be a good thing if it often leads us back to that pain spot again.. but we find ourselves opening that door again and again and again.
hugs,
~Silver
We have all been that little child...and the grown up that looks back. Beautifully written, amiga.
♥ Somehow a comfort to know others feel this way too.
I'm sorry to be just getting to this, Dulce. Work has been sapping all my energy lately; I don't like that!
I love this little manifesto! Especially the stanza which ends with "stupid coward." I can so relate to that. After all, I'm a goddess too, right? ;-)
I know we all need time away from here, but, GOSH We surely do miss out on so much, like this poem, You always touch my heart, not only make my lips smile, but my heart!!!
I hate flashbacks, been dealing with them for years, they do ease off, and hiding in that shell does help for a little while until that shell CRACKS..
LUV U HUGS
YOU GODESS
No one can ever value you, a queen, a goddess...like your brother
Not even 'life-giving' one so close as...your mother.
And yes, I and we all have been there, one way or other.
--Coward
--Stupid
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