Sweet and Sour (A poem)
I heard a song
A melody from my past
A sweet and sour reminder
Of what I have surpassed
I’m not the same person I was then
But when the music hit my ears
I was jolted back in time
To a point of tears and fears
I remember every moment
With such brilliance, such clarity
That during these transportations
I can feel the pain and asperity
When I return safely in the present moment
I’m thankful for the peace I feel today
That I can come back to a life I love
That I can respect my past and feel okay
I can tear down these walls I’ve built
To hold the demons at bay
Because I’ve learned that those very moments
Are what have made me who I am today
By:Casey Howe AKA SiAware
That moment when you finally realize, after years of fighting it, that your past is in the past and there’s nothing you can do to change it.
Living in the past
i’ve been living in a dream world
where the present is the yesteryears
the future simply doesn’t exist
and nothing is as it commonly appears
the past has been vacant for quite some time
but yet it rears it’s ugly head
in the most inconvenient of times
leaves me feeling lost and dead
the past is a horrible place to live
but i live there everyday
my present means nothing in comparison
the memories just play and replay
i have the same reactions
even after 20 years
the pain never subsides
and neither do the tears
it’s time to start living in the present
those experienced are long since dead
but moving on will not be a cakewalk
it won’t happen without blood, sweat and tears shed
i’m not sure if i’m ready
this is my biggest fear
letting go is not easy
but i absolutely must adhere
what happened in the past that was painful, has a great deal of who we are today
