POETRY

Bitter Echos

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In the crinkled chapters of my past,
I sometimes unearth my solicitude,
Tangled in the cobwebs of reflection,
I reason my perennial solitude.

Reminiscing the diabolic chapters of my yore,
In grief I trudge through my present being,
Incapable of bypassing history,
I am stuck in an unceasing cycle of self-pitying.

With severed intrepidity I subsist,
My "amour-propre" is in shambles,
Awaiting emancipation,
I wait on cadavers of all lost battles.

This sorrowfulness is beyond my fortitude,
The suffering I can take no more,
The memories of my slaughtered past mauls me,
I yearn for this turmoil to cure!

This piece is inspired by a quote by Lois Lowry that I’d read on my recent “social networking” trip – and it immediately tugged me to “clean up my closet”. Yes, sometimes, all memories aren’t the happy kinds!

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” 
― Lois Lowry

Love,
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  2. Your words touched me. Powerful post about the struggle to bypass one’s history. I keep telling myself its just a story and I’m living a new chapter.

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  9. Great one! I especially love the “chapters” element makes me feel like the narrator really is looking back on the story of their life!

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  20. So well expressed.The “crinkled chapters of my past”. They can only be turned over or ironed out or best of all consigned to the dumpster. A bright future lies ahead!

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  23. The past was a moment, the future not arrived. All we have is “Now”! Each now we embrace becomes a past we created. Each future moment becomes our present now and you have shaped it by your decision to thrive in each now you get! Keep creating the story you want to live by fully being present in you “now” time.

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