Memoirs
To write my memoirs I needed enough courage
to allow my heart to bleed its emotions."
~ by poet
Blank parchment, now yellowed with age.
A wrested pen held in my trembling hand,
Memories written upon every page,
Words flowed in ink like grains of sand
mournful sadness but never of rage
Scrawled thoughts written, line after line
Recollections from my heart, buried deep.
Were all of those thoughts really mine?
Yes, for from my heart thoughts did seep,
each penned with love or regret, by design
Reflections from my past, day and night
no longer remained imprisoned or entombed
Darkness and shadows escaped to the light.
Like the budding of flowers, they bloomed
when at last our love had taken flight
Golden days together ended too soon
Our flowered petals withered and died
Love became lyrics of a mournful tune
My tears flowed like the sea at high tide
washed upon the beach, they were strewn
Gloom settled within crevices of my soul
Veiled to me were the moon and stars
Nothing and no one were able to console
me, except time spent writing memoirs
I was lost in solitude when love took its toll
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2023
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