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A Memory Came Knocking

A memory came knocking
On the forbidden door
I had Locked it far away
Reliving it no more

A memory came knocking 
Musing in my head 
Rambling on, it did not stop
So I wrote it down instead

A memory was angry
Living in my head
Vexed and tumultuous 
It got me out of bed

The room was filled with anger
Curse words, fists, and fear
My mother and my siblings
Abuse and full of tear

A memory came knocking 
It took me back to school 
My sadness overwhelming
I acted like a fool

A memory came knocking
It left with it some dust 
At seventeen I had given up
And started to self-destruct

A memory came knocking 
The drink, the weed, and drugs
All I was really searching for
Were love, some care, and hugs

A memory came knocking 
Surprised it was to see
How life became my vice, 
How it took care of me

A memory came knocking
My mind now strong and sound 
Remembering with gratitude 
The love which I had found

A memory came knocking
I saw your lovely face
My heart was never happier 
It has now found its place.

A memory came knocking
It found me on a beach 
Sipping a mojito with my " cockroach"
Enjoying the Mexican heat

No memory could hurt me 
I bolted back that door
A peacefulness transcended
I had gotten to the core

The angry memory
Never returned 
It met with its demise 
The damage it has left behind
My youth has paid the price

A memory came knocking 
I took it by the hand
And slowly all the memories
Started to disband

A memory came knocking
Retired it had found me
Sitting on my swing
With a brandy and a good cigar
The birds began to sing.

A memory came knocking
Willing me to write
A battle to be fought 
I took my pen to hand 
and off we went to war!

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J Hamilton Gist

Date: 10/9/2017 8:26:00 PM

The memory said "Remember me"? Nice.

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 10/23/2017 5:25:00 PM

Thank you.

Chris Hagy

Date: 9/10/2017 9:00:00 PM

I love how you've laid out your memories on the table here...through the years for all to see...good and bad. I also love the rhythm of a good rhyme:) I too came from a dysfunctional, and somewhat "covered -up" situation...and recently I too took pen to war as well and wrote a tell-all book about it...hope to publish soon. Keep hold the mighty pen poet friend :)

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/11/2017 3:05:00 AM

Hi Chris. Thank you. Yes. We do go to war with mind and pen. It helps. Good luck with your book. I wrote and published mine a few years back. It helped me a lot.

Teddy Kimathi

Date: 9/8/2017 6:37:00 AM

A deep, brilliant piece you've penned down Klio!

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/10/2017 5:27:00 AM

Thank you, Teddy.

Terry Shuff

Date: 9/5/2017 11:57:00 AM

I had a walton type home life, millions have struggled , alife unknown to me. Raised by old world Germans and English parents and family, going back hundreds of years. Never knew any family that had serious problems. Only learned about other peoples lives in vietnam. Met many people on our ship that were going through similar problems. It was like being around people from another world. I'am happy for you, that you escaped. I hope the worst is over for you. Terry.

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/5/2017 12:05:00 PM

Hi Terry. I enjoyed watching the Waltons and believed families should be like that. I have escaped the devils claws long ago. I am happy and proud of my life. Thank you for your comment. Enjoy your day.

Debra Mundine

Date: 9/5/2017 10:38:00 AM

Many are able to relate to this poem who are from dysfunctional homes. All you needed then was love, some care and hugs. Your unfortunate past experiences have given you a platform from which to speak and hopefully help and comfort others. Love your writing. It's so heartfelt. I was hanging on every word.

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/5/2017 12:06:00 PM

Thank you kindly Debra. I always help others now because others helped me.

Maryanne Dunne

Date: 9/5/2017 9:57:00 AM

i loved it,. Made memories come knocking..

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/5/2017 12:17:00 PM

Thank you Maryanne. Knock knock haha

Dave Timperley

Date: 9/5/2017 9:35:00 AM

Klio, From childhood, I have very few good memories. I have tried to some extent to exorcise them and in many cases, I have succeeded. Poetry is a great way to clear the box. Love your writing. God Bless. D

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 9/5/2017 12:18:00 PM

Thank you Dave. I too have cast them out, they flow through my pen.

Gayle Rodd

Date: 8/10/2017 6:48:00 AM

I felt a never ending pull between wanting to forget this memory and it trying to creep back into your life. Sometimes writing can put these to bed once and for all. Great job Klio !

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 8/10/2017 8:26:00 AM

Hi Gayle, Thank you. Yes, indeed. Sometimes the memories do come knocking and knock hard they do, as long as the good ones override the bad ones.

Heidi Sands

Date: 7/22/2017 6:05:00 AM

Oh my word Klio!! This poem is just full of strength, healing, courage and growth. A definite favorite. I can completely relate to it too. So well done this is!! :) Keep that pen going too! :)

Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 7/22/2017 6:15:00 AM

Thank you, Heidi, I am so happy you could relate. I shall keep the pen going, and I appreciate the encouraging comments. Have a nice day.