Heather Crismond Poet Free verse

Remember the Past Live In the Present

There's a storm raging inside of me
Tearing me apart I rarely allow images from the past to haunt me
But as of this moment 
I can not stop the influx of pictures that are marching behind my eyes
We have both changed
Been down so many roads 
Sometimes together
So often apart
As I sit here reading past poetry slowly arriving at the present
I realize it's an anthology of us
Eighteen is when I wrote my last poem
Forty-one was the age I began again
The year I believed I had lost you
I had no need of poetry while we were together
Rhythm balance and beauty was written into the fabric of our lives
A harmony few ever achieve 
But even those whose stories are written in the stars 
Can come crashing down to earth
We have tenaciously clung one to the other
Even as we slice each other to pieces
I have always looked to the future
Seeing the better people we could become
You cling to past images
Not allowing yourself to let go of the perfection we had once achieved
Both of us stubbornly refusing to live in the present
And though I finally saw the error of our ways
I fear it may be too late
I have always been strong enough for the both of us
But as I look at you now
You've become everything I knew you could be
I feel the boot prints on my back
You have no need of me anymore
Is it time to forge my own path
Will I allow myself to let go

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Steve Crismond January 22, 2021 at 2:39 PM If you like Conundrums, here's one: Does a poem have to be about something? Or can it be about nothing? But if it's about nothing, Isn't nothing something! Heather Crismond January 22, 2021 at 5:03 PM Another conundrum: By deciding not to make a decision, haven't you already made one? Isn't not choosing a choice?

Sandra Adams September 24, 2019 at 6:52 PM i like the depths of your muse...lost years can never be gained, i dropped the pen for many years too...now you can pen all those emotions lurking within...great write... hope you keep writing :) Heather Crismond September 24, 2019 at 9:48 PM Thank you. I've been writing non-stop for 3 yrs now and it seems once I opened that door the words just poor out of me. I don't believe I will ever stop. There is always a poem wanting to be written.

Silent One September 24, 2019 at 1:50 PM very deep and emotive poetry.... i hope you found the answer... Heather Crismond September 24, 2019 at 9:46 PM Thank you I've always known the answer. Its the accepting it as my truth that has always been the issue.

Chris Green September 23, 2019 at 11:43 AM Wow, that was really deep and affecting. You are very talented? Heather Crismond September 23, 2019 at 2:53 PM Thank you so much I'm glad you enjoyed it. I was going to enter it into the "Haunted" poetry contest but realized it was 18 lines to long lmao ;)

John Hamilton September 23, 2019 at 10:22 AM Boot prints on my back...wow you are an excellent writer, too bad you lost so many years, but as you say a happy normal life does not inspire poetry, but loss and rejection does! Heather Crismond September 23, 2019 at 2:51 PM It is true what you say that poem poured out of me needing to be heard while I was in absolute agony. I didn't need to rewrite a single word. I'm so glad you enjoyed it as you say there is a definite beauty to sadness.