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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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Date: 10/9/2017 8:26:00 PM
The memory said "Remember me"? Nice.
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Klio Tsitsikroni
Date: 10/23/2017 5:25:00 PM
Thank you.
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 :)
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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.
Date: 9/8/2017 6:37:00 AM
A deep, brilliant piece you've penned down Klio!
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Date: 9/10/2017 5:27:00 AM
Thank you, Teddy.
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.
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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.
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.
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Date: 9/5/2017 12:06:00 PM
Thank you kindly Debra. I always help others now because others helped me.
Date: 9/5/2017 9:57:00 AM
i loved it,. Made memories come knocking..
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Date: 9/5/2017 12:17:00 PM
Thank you Maryanne. Knock knock haha
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
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Date: 9/5/2017 12:18:00 PM
Thank you Dave. I too have cast them out, they flow through my pen.
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 !
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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.
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! :)
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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.
Date: 7/21/2017 12:32:00 PM
Nice :)
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Date: 7/21/2017 1:52:00 PM
Thank you kindly.

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