Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Memoir of a Survivor

Pack the horror away and store it deep inside
   Bury the diary in the backyard half a meter deep
Shred every single photo; cast them to the wind
   Set fire to your memories; never let them see you weep

Don't recount your past to anyone, no matter they be close
   Clench your teeth together; there's no such thing as hope
Get married, bear children, go to work each day
   One dark night they'll find you ~ hanging from a rope

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Tom Cunningham January 14, 2020 at 4:21 AM Powerful verse Gershon, eventually those suppresed horrific memories will surface, sadly with consequences. Tom Gershon Wolf January 14, 2020 at 9:33 AM Those memories inevitably do bubble up. Thanks, Tom. ~ Gershon

Edlynn Nau January 13, 2020 at 9:50 PM Depression, PTSD, abuse, and so many things that we try to smile our way through. It’s people in an hour glass and running out of time. This was done with great skill and it packs the same punch that discovering someone is gone in this way does. It’s our wake up call and the cry to support everyone around us. We NEED each other. Well done! Gershon Wolf January 14, 2020 at 9:32 AM Thank you for the insightful comment. We surely do need each other. ~ Gershon

Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2020 at 9:37 PM I was rather into this one, when, wham, you got me, and deeply in the end! Gershon Wolf January 14, 2020 at 9:31 AM You came to the end of my rope. ~ Zing

Jean Bush January 13, 2020 at 9:29 PM “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Henry David Thoreau You broke my heart with this one, kid. Gershon Wolf January 14, 2020 at 9:35 AM Here's to healing! Cheers, Gershon