Yestersyears Afterpaths
How do I write what I am thinking?
How do I put on paper these feelings
I have within?
They all seem to be racing
Racing in my mind
For some recognition
For some sort of understanding.
For once they all had meaning
They all stood for something
They played a part in my life.
But now thinking back
Those Yestersyears
All seem to be gathering as one.
For nothing of then
Has any meaning of now.
So why must I remember them?
Why must they carry
A place in my heart?
Why must the mistery
Of them weight heavy
Sometimes in my brain?
But my thoughts go there
So many times unwilling.
They go there without
My permission.
So when I am forced
To recall those Yestersyears
I have to keep myself busy
I have to make myself
Remain strong.
For I cannot change them
I cannot make them disappear.
They will always harbor my body
They will always dwell within my mind.
Is this what life is suppose to be?
A long journey of uncertainties?
A life time of afterpathes?
I may never know of the true meaning
Of all the Yestersyears
Of my life.
Nor may I witness the impact
Of my life as of now.
All I can hope for is an understanding
Of today
And to pray for a brighter toworrow
As this day slowly fades away.
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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