Forgotten

With a heavy heart 
I am writing this poem, 
when catching my breath 
I was awakened 
by a flying star 
knocking at my window, 
wondering why am I concerned 
that I forgot even in the 
darkness there is a light? 
I needed proof to eliminate 
the jeopardy I am in tonight 
as I am constantly being 
reminded of my past, 
needing to forget 
I beg, for new beginnings. 

I want to stop agonising 
sitting here all night 
weeping missing him 
and afraid of my 
own shadow. 

I do not want any more 
to be moved by his words, 
but await his action 
to show me how strong 
is his love towards me, 
yet knowing I will 
remain badly hurt 
in isolation. 

In order for my love to end, 
I needed someone to help me, 
I needed a transformation 
to remove my heart's obscurity. 
I am very old, 
but the odd thing is 
I do not feel old. 

I have lost my youth 
and there is nothing 
in this world, that can 
return it to me. 

Oh sun, go away, 
bring the wind 
to destroy my soul 
and sink my heart 
to the bottom 
of the deep ocean. 

I used to prefer to watch 
the rising sun, 
then to the setting 
of the moon, 
as darkness violates 
the beating of my heart 
and soul. 

I wish I could have some 
spiritual refuge 
to unburden my life 
with someone I trust; 
that I could clear the skies 
for the doves to fly in circles 
around me, whisper their lyrics_ 
around my solitaire true love, 
and wish that moment 
would live forever. 

I know now that 
the planet rules our lives, 
and the shining stars 
when they shine above us, 
will always remind me 
that today I am here, 
without his shadow. 

I will bring into existence 
all reasons to be happy by 
ordering the fog never 
to cloud my thoughts. 

Therese Henoud 
29 July 2016.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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July 24, 2019 at 4:23 PM
The fog never cloud your thoughts... a sad and provoking feeling... Excellent write. Ann
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February 1, 2017 at 4:15 PM
EXACTLY!!! Terry!!! My goodness this was wonderful!!! Spot on!! Welcome back dear friend!!! Big Hugggs!! Deb
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September 22, 2016 at 7:09 PM
Hi Therese, pure poetry is from the heart, and there is no denying it. Your is forthright and meaning full.
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September 2, 2016 at 1:03 AM
I am no spring chicken myself Therese.But my romantic heart will never,never give up.You in fact told me to keep going once and I did.I am telling you I know more dead people than I do living people;but I will never give up.When I go it will be from a lust for life.At 67 I am finally living for me.I will finish this in your in box.
Bacha Avatar
September 2, 2016 at 1:48 AM
I am so touched by your sharing review, and your private message, it is a little late for me tonight to annswer you back, but i will tomorrow from the depth of my heart. Thank you for trusting me. Much love to you my friend. I am so happy for you and respect you a lot no matter what. Terry xoxo
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August 10, 2016 at 1:08 AM
Welcome back dear Therese.You were deeply missed.Hope that you are fine sweet lady..Through your words I do not see an old lady but a young one..ever so young just like the sea. Sometimes when we experience the departure of someone we treasured for so long , we feel isolated, sometimes its hard to say - Im going to find happiness in my own solitude',but with more determination We can do it...If there is light in the sunrise..there is life..Hugs.Beautiful poetry.
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September 2, 2016 at 12:28 PM
Hi Charmaine, thank you so much for passing by, you were always so nice to me. I write what i feel, but as you wrote yourself, i will be strong and find my own happiness surrounded by my boys love. I pray you are doing great. Much love Terry xoxo
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