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Poor Me Routine

We spoke of you today my dear
of times now long since passed
ah how quickly wound the years
the memories how vivid they last

I find myself romanticizing 
the journey of our past
and wonder what the now would hold
had not your days slipped passed

It's funny how ones world can change
as if we'd ever been
the person that we see right now
from the view perceived back then

Some would say a true love story
never knows an end
yet change the cycle of a life
holding on then releasing again

So strange the way we second guess
the courses which we take
knowing still we can't undo 
all the choices that we made

I sat a spell and talked to God
with offerings of tears
feeling robbed they turned to sobs
for those I miss no longer near

How I hate these emotional days
when your soul feels like still black water
feeling the bitter coursing through my veins
trying desperately to leave it at the alter

Enough of this poor me routine
questioning all the why's
I thank The Lord for the blessings received 
and dress such grace in a smile

:-)

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/23/2014 7:22:00 AM

This strikes me as a past experience not something you are currently dealing with. You captured the angst and emotions with great eloquence. A small change "through my veins" makes more sense. Also "questioning all the whys" you added a y too the. I very much enjoyed this poem Sarai.

Sarai Virden
Date: 7/23/2014 10:24:00 AM

I wish it had been long ago but even in my present state of such happiness, there are days I miss my late husband, the father of my children. Most of all the uncomplicated details that come from a single flowing story. Thank you for the editing suggestion Rick, you know I always appreciate those. Hugs dear friend!

Robert Lindley

Date: 7/22/2014 11:38:00 PM

"How I hate these emotional days when your soul feels like still black water feeling the bitter coursing through your veins trying desperately to leave it at the alter" A truly fantastic write my friend, from start to finish but this stanza quoted above especially struck me! this line-- "when your soul feels like still black water" You captured in verse a feeling I once had and that line can only come from one that has once actually felt it! BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRAAAVVOO!!!!! I NOW FAV THIS!!

Sarai Virden
Date: 7/23/2014 10:13:00 AM

I think perhaps this is why poetry is my instrument; the pictures painted in rhythm of the happiest or saddest songs. The stories they unfold and the identification that resonates all walks of life. I'm glad this touched you my sweet friend. Hugs