Therese Bacha Poet Prose Poetry

Diagnosis

Feeling so dark down there 
like in a grave, 
when today I discovered 
a new devastation, 
The loss of my memory. 

I might detest those who 
have more than me, 
being in a world where 
everyone is supposed 
to be equal? why me? 

This disease reminded me 
of my mortality. 
How I would have loved 
All things to pass? 
Only to remain 
as they used to be 
In my past. 

Now I only remember 
things long ago better 
than yesterday, 
I will try, it will keep 
me going. 
But, there will be no light 
at the end of my tunnel, 
unfortunately, 
Darkness will possess 
my thoughts. 

That is the story of my time 
In this life. 
Time for me is incurable 
it could never be redeemed 
of all losses, 
everything is so hectic 
right now, having no choice 
even to escape towards 
a different path. 

Sometimes it's hard 
to do the right things 
knowing my end is here, 
today, as yesterday is gone, 
Tomorrow maybe. 

How I wish I could 
go back and change 
My history, 
But today it's too late 
For an apology. 

As knowing, I could never fix 
what already had happened 
In my past. 
Those were my dark thoughts 
Tonight. 

Confession was good 
For my soul. 

Terry. 
7/8/2016

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Michael Ainsley August 11, 2016 at 12:24 AM If I were to diagnose your heart Therese I would say it is a vary loving heart ,and as such, often finds fault in it's self where there is no fault.People that love deeply often do that.You told me once to be strong.Do you remember.Lord knows l have empathy for memory problems.At67 I have compassion empathy for a whole host of things.Remember me and I'll remember you Kind lady. Therese Bacha September 2, 2016 at 12:31 PM Of course i rememeber you Michael we had fun when i was more often on Poetry. You are an amazing friend, and loyal to. I will go now and write to you in private. Bless you always Love Terry xoxo

Charmaine Chircop August 10, 2016 at 1:13 AM Confession is always good...It helps us forgive oursleves, be at peace with who we are today.Nobody's history is pure white..We are human, we are fragile and weak many times..But God loved us even in those times.Re : memory...We all experience memory loss as we age I so believe, but dont worry,the eyes of those we loved will always be remembered. I am touched by your words sweet lady. Therese Bacha September 2, 2016 at 12:35 PM Thank you again Charmaine my charming friend, I am sad loosing some of my memories, when i see my boys looking at me with tears in the eyes. But I am strong as you know me, i fight harder daily, and i am doing much better. You are such a loving friend, and never left me after all those years we were friends. Thank u from the depth of my heart. I hope my next poem will be happier. Much love to you dear Charmaine. Terry xoxo