How many
Imaginary monsters
Remain filed in my mind
Taking away from me
The pleasure to live
Destroying my dreams…
Has it been the way
I’ve faced it all?
Rejections, mistakes
Failures, losses
Instead of maturity
What did that bring?
Guilt suffocated me
So many times
When will I get over that?
My beauty, my youth
My sweetness, my innocence
Where has it all gone?
It vanished with the time
As I contemplated and complained
It’s all their fault
While I observed
And moaned
Time flies
And so the weight of the past
The fear of the future
The unawareness of the present
Won the battle of my existence.
But somehow for some reason
Here I am
Still able to write
And share it
With those of you
Who came by.
It’s not all that black.
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18 comments:
Wonderfully captured! I am glad that I 'pass by' your blog!
All your followers know that your poems do not always reflect your mood or your actual feelings ... I hope this poem is one of them.
Otherwise, for once in my life I have to write something that I disagree with you:
Your beauty, your youth, your sweetness and even your innocence HAVEN'T extinct. They are always present day by day, and everyone who knows you is aware of all that you are able to offer for nothing.
Take care, my sweetest friend (the girl with kaleidoscope eyes). You're really, really GREAT!
A peck on your forehead, and tons of love,
Toni
You have absolutely captured what I have been seeing in my own life here!
Thank you.
eventually, we all get there. away from the should have's, could have's, and learn to live with what we have, who we have, RIGHT NOW. the past we can't change, the future's not here yet, so, why not? right?
Beautifully written...capturing a struggle that to some degree we all face at times in our lives. Sometimes it is a life long challenge.
It is good that you see it is not all black, Dulce. Sometimes that is the most difficult. I know it is for me. I like this one very much because it leaves us all with hope.
Peace to you!
Rebecca
And I am so glad you are still here to write! because Oh! this can be soo me too... and I get it and you made me feel "me" as I read this.
So thanks for sharing it Dulce.
¡Es hermoso!
I've always said that self-punishment isn't good, we must learn from the past, but look at it with relative calm. And don't be afraid about what will happen in the future. Live for today, with all the intensity and enjoy every little detail. That's it!!
The future torture us and our past binds us. That is the reason why we miss the present (Gustave Flaubert, French writer)
Dressing to kill baby!!
wonderful questions asked
fine wisdom has been attained
to let time fly is a choice we make, one way or another. a wonderful poem to help us consider the value of our lives. thank you.
Your writing, dear Twin has grown so much over the past year. I am so proud of you and you should be proud of you!
You are coming into your own and isn't that a lovely place to be? Though you will continue to evolve and grow. This I know.
Much love~
Calli
So many times we allow our past to prevent our future happiness....
Certeros versos, aunque el traductor no me ayuda muy bien que digamos :)
Saludos...
Oh, Dulce, this is such a heartfelt poem, I really can empathise and feel the emotion - due, no doubt, to your beautiful writing. We all make mistakes, we all have regrets and I think we all feel that life, at times, appears to be passing us by...from these low times, I suppose the real test of character is the ability to rise again. But, of course, when you feel low, remember that you are an amazing poet, and your writing inspires and affects many. That is something to be proud of.
OK, Sweetest Poet. It is time to quell those questions, and welcome some answers.
At least, for me, it is time to be grateful for what is offered today, like it or not. It is time to appreciate that call, that mail, that text, time to thank God for so many blogger-friends. For the late-night exchange of thoughts and ideas, dreams, hopes.
It is time to enjoy the moment, THIS moment--it is really all we have for certain, as you well know, Dulce-Girl.
I am SO in love with life and... well, so happy...I just wish the whole world could say that. Hey, am I writing a BLOG here again? Sorry!
Canary-Peep, you have opened here your heart to all, you have bared your soul. Is this what it takes for love to happen, to thrive, to grow? So be it!
Remember: It's not all that BLACK
Time flies, yes. Dulce following you over the time, I see that your work has grown quite sober and inwards. We were always enmeshed with the different hues of love but now its different hues of life. And this is remarkable.
Standing in the crossroads of life, I find myself thinking along the same lines as depicted in the poem.
Dulce, my sweetest, hugs and love to you always.
Joy and peace,
Susan
THANKS my beutiful friends for such great and deep comments
hugs to you all and
God bless you!
;)
Dulce
nina simone said/sang it more beautifully than i can describe "who knows where time goes?" - well, 'tis true - but as long as we have this, THE MOMENT, we ALSO have time! beautifully said, dulce!!!
What a reflection. The true beauty in life is recognizing that it isn't all that black in the midst of adversity. Great Post!
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