I buried the bones
of past relationships
out in the woods.
I went deep,
lest a scavenging critter
happens upon the smell
of decaying love...
I took my playbook
of self regret,
doused it with gas
and lit that b**** up.
scooping up the ashes
I headed out to sea
where I scattered them
into the deep,
never ever wanting them
to wash ashore
for a devious siren
to use against me...
I boxed up all
my bad choices
in a sturdy express shipper.
I wrapped it, I taped it,
I addressed it to "Timbuktoo"
no return address on that box.
It won't be coming back...
I would like to think
after all these years,
I have learned a thing or two.
No more regret,
no more berating myself
over bad choices,
those losers, long gone.
Just me, older, wiser,
finally at peace...
Brenda, first of all, tell me the address of timbuktoo. I have too much weight of the past relationships upon this little heart of mine.
Brenda, though it's a poem which tells about your sufferings, the mental trauma it gave you, yet I want to say I loved it the way you wrote it.
What an amazing choice of words throughout the poem.
I am still confused which lines to mention I love them the most, and especially in the first three stanzas.
I tried to find the theme of the poem, but I feel more connected to it when I read it as your personal experience.
Mood or emotions are regrets, bad choices, betrayal and most importantly self-confidence.
I wish I could be as strong as you.
I wish I could wrap and tape all my worries, bad choices in some solid box and shipped it in the middle of no where-- an address guaranteeing no return of them come what may.
I wish I had the same strength to pick up the ashes of all those regrets inside my mind and throw them in the random directions deep into the sea so that they could never find the shore again.
I wish I could go alone in the woods and bury all those relationships of the past to prevent my future from decaying.
If I had all those qualities you have, my mind would be at peace with my soul.
Sometimes, we are not that skillful to protect our mind from following the siren of devious directions.
Sometimes, even going too deep into the forest of trust couldn't protect our love from decaying.
Those who conquer all their fears of bad choices and regrets regarding the experiences of life get strength, like you.
They don't criticize themselves. Obviously, it takes a part of their precious life, but made them much wiser, strong and finally leave them with peace in their heart.
Brenda, the wiser, Please tell me how to clean the house, so that I could invite new emotions in my heart to accompany my soul.
Loved it :)
Naazz, thank you ever so much! It has taken me a lot of years to stop beating myself up over past mistakes. It's a continual thought process and mind set. It's far too easy to fall back into old habits. Letting go is a way to free ourselves and it feels like it took me a gazillion years to do that. Keep letting go, keep thinking positive, I'll dig up that address to Timbuktoo....You can do this!
3 months ago
From start, till the end.
After reading this, I am Finally at peace too. It means nothing left in my heart except love.
I am sure whosoever has read this poem would have learned more than 2-3 things from it.