Holding on

Sad_Old_Man

ensconced in cerebellum
I long for corners, footsteps
creating distance, to catch a breath
hold back, decide if I should
reminisce or let them fold in silence

I cannot weep and spoil
the very foundations that hold
the walls, so I keep a quietude
allowing those buried deep
those that cite heartache
to lay as they are

arouse memories
that evoke exhilaration
where only tears of happiness
would be shed, corners block my vision
from what causes trepidation
let them lie undisturbed

if life was only this easy
toΒ eradicate the memories
I wished not to retain
but in fairness, if not for pain
and heartache
would I be who I am

the lessons taught
to conquer, rise above
I live continually
with sharp corners and much
~ much more

Β©jmtacken 11 March 2014

 

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34 thoughts on “Holding on

  1. Lovely Jenny, the whole issue of memory good and bad are with us always. We can deny the ones we don’t like but all that happens in our lives go to making us the people we are. Good poem for provoking refection on memory.

  2. beautiful jen, i’ve missed your words. i have had times when i wished i had selective memories. and speaking of looking forward and back, i’ve been wondering how the penguins are doing?

    • thank you darling and welcome back πŸ™‚ missed you too. Yes, I think we all wish we had at times. Penguins are about the same – Pop has his good days and bad, mum is on higher strength medication for her memory. We agree to disagree most days – but we are all hanging in there – thank you so much for asking about them. Hugs xx

      • went to my dear friend’s ‘sandwich generation’ talk last night, the one i told you about a while back, and thought of you and your situation. i’ll send you a link to watch it as soon as i can get one, and figure out the tech ) she has had a very tough go of it, but keeps a good attitude, and is honest about the days that are overwhelming.

  3. Beautifully written, Jen. I believe this to be a truth. The quote across the cover of my blog header is Rumi’s “Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.” And we precariously balance the both of them…and so much more. Your poem superbly demonstrates this. πŸ™‚

  4. I long for corners, footsteps
    creating distance, to catch a breath
    hold back, decide if I should
    reminisce or let them fold in silence

    what an opening Jen…i long for corners,
    wish i had written that, wish you didn’t have to.
    Love and Hugs to you.

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