Edwin Hofert Poet Rhyme

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Past Poured Out of Me

Past Poured Out Of me

I don't know what just happened!
It's not supposed to be.
You asked about my past
and my past poured out of me.

You sat there in stunned silence
at the tears I can't control.
People looked in wonder
at the purging of my soul.

Suddenly I'm back in time
abandoned by my brother.
Just a frightened little boy
and sleeping with my mother.

He came in, he's back again
I heard her tell him no.
That's all it took, the whole bed shook
he delivered just one blow.

I hear her calling out my name
with heartache in her cries.
I rose up in the morning
and I looked at her black eyes.

Within another day or two
no more childish dreams and wishes.
Standing by my mothers side
and drying her washed dishes.

Overwhelmed by sadness
first time I lost control.
Long before I knew the value
of the purging of my soul.

They say that we get stronger
from the things that we endure.
They say that time will heal all wounds
for me I'm not so sure.

With scars inside, tears not yet cried
life still takes it's toll.
A brighter day tomorrow
cause today I purged my soul.

Edwin C Hofert

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Kp Nunez July 6, 2015 at 3:04 AM Hi Ed. Glad I saw your reply to Viv before I leave a comment. The write itself is full of raw angst, though it's not really surprising to be hit by a sudden remembrance of such things. The fluidity of the rhythm and rhyme added to the powerful images. As with most poets, something great came out of your experiences, discovering your gift. Be blessed! BTW, thank you for the honor of your invite, I'm happy with the way things are going...:-)

Viv Wigley July 5, 2015 at 1:02 AM Powerful write, Edwin, and I feel may be your catharsis. I think we all have episodes from our past with varying levels of pain that we dwell on, but as a pal of mine pointed out, if you spend all of your time driving a car looking in the rear view mirror, you'll keep crashing. Onwards and upwards, Viv Edwin Hofert July 5, 2015 at 7:31 AM I do agree. It was a momentary thing that honestly seemed to come from nowhere after being asked a simple question about my life. I was caught off guard. and my hope was that the poem would be more so about being taken by surprise by a memory more than the memory itself. I'm right back in a good place today. Thank you Viv. God bless!

Judy Konos July 4, 2015 at 8:27 PM Edwin I think you have too much going for you to let the past overtake you. I also think that this song belongs strictly to you. It's about how you feel about everything! Give a listen to yourself - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3nScN89Klo