The Me in the Past is the Me that I see...
@moonlight_sonata (56)
Philippines
June 3, 2012 6:48am CST
A child abandoned and lonely...
Bereft of friends or family...
Slowly counting marbles racing across
the uneven ground
As I egg the child on
with his solitary game
I see him smile back at me
as if everything is all right
No problems in the world
And I fell a twinge
of memories locked
in the cobwebbed esconces of my mind
Of one who held my hand in childhood
Of one who rocked me to sleep
crooning lullabies softly in my ear
As I dream of butterflies and castles
And flying unicorns
And this child is still smiling up at me
A dirt-streaked elfin face
And I began to sing
the songs I learned in the past long gone
taught the child to sing with me
and walked with him down the street
under the twilit sky
his hand in mine
For now I face my Before
in the Now of my life
1 response
@JenAC1984 (233)
• United States
3 Jun 12
This is a very personal and very touching poem. I'm a writer myself.
I felt the pain, the memories and struggles that you went through while reading this. Wow, Thanks for sharing your experiences and allowing others in. Poetry has always been my doorway to open up, as I haven't had many to count on or open up to.
It is hard to move on, but when you allow yourself to climb that mountain, you will find a whole new life of possibilities on the other side. Good Luck to you!
@moonlight_sonata (56)
• Philippines
9 Jun 12
Thank you for liking my poem. I don't have any other way of conveying my emotions. It's hard to say it straight out in words, so I just write it. I'm an introverted person and tend to keep my mouth closed even though I have a lot to say.
