Thursday, February 5, 2015

Fixing the Broken Memories

 Written by Charlie (poetrygirl68)

Seconds turn to minutes
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
Days turn into a lifetime
Of things I'd never say
Often do I feel
That I am never brave
Strange what people say
Or maybe it's how we hear
We never truly believe
The good that comes to our ears
But darkened thoughts haunt our heads
Echoes in our minds
If we'd let the light shine
And all the darkness fade
I know there could be a better way
There is just so little time
My heart will always beat
As long as I may breathe
There's a reason that I'm here
Or that is what I'm told
That my life has better meaning
My pulse recites a purpose
From there is the unknown
If life wasn't a mystery
Maybe it wouldn't be so cruel
Or if we knew why things happen
If there was something like a plan
Day by day I never see
What's right there in front of me
Quicksand drags me under
With no supervising eyes
My head is now pulled under
Screaming into an absent night
Angel wings sprout
From the middle of my back
These wings allow great flight
But they are broken with an axe
So now I pick up all these feathers
And I shall try to glue them back
Seconds turn to minutes
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
Days turn into a lifetime
Of things I'd never say
Often do I feel
That I am never brave
Strange what people say
Or maybe it's how we hear
We never truly believe
The good that comes to our ears
But darkened thoughts haunt our heads
Echoes in our minds
If we'd let the light shine
And all the darkness fade
I know there could be a better way
There is just so little time
My heart will always beat
As long as I may breathe
There's a reason that I'm here
Or that is what I'm told
That my life has better meaning
My pulse recites a purpose
From there is the unknown
If life wasn't a mystery
Maybe it wouldn't be so cruel
Or if we knew why things happen
If there was something like a plan
Day by day I never see
What's right there in front of me
Quicksand drags me under
With no supervising eyes
My head is now pulled under
Screaming into an absent night
Angel wings sprout
From the middle of my back
These wings allow great flight
But they are broken with an axe
So now I pick up all these feathers
And I shall try to glue them back

 
I wrote this poem when thinking about the world and how we can let that perfect moment slip away. The time we didn’t kiss the person we love. The time we didn’t say goodbye to our sick loved one. The time we didn’t say, “I’m sorry,”
I also wrote it thinking of how we so often don’t see how amazing we are. We often don’t go through hard times and realize, “Wow, I handled that situation well.” You have to realize that you’re stronger than you may believe. Listen to the compliments people give you. It will severe you well in life.


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