The memory of us

The memory of us

Dances behind my eyes

As the feelings swirl around in me

And I sense myself falling again

Into that lost helplessness

We live and then we live it all again

Over and over

Putting the fractured pieces together

As best we can

Running fast at times

From the pain of a damage

We dare not to face

But what becomes of us when we

Turn away

From it?

What becomes of our soul?

For sure there are some memories that will haunt us

Even long years have passed

And we will only begin to surrender the pain

Slowly over time

As we grieve

It all depends upon so many things

But for me today

Despite the pain

I know only this

Deep inside my soul

I wish you

Peace

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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4 thoughts on “The memory of us”

  1. It’s only natural, that we become, trapped again in what is already, gone, because of all those, what-might-have-beens, and, once we do, we spiral downward, spinning out of control, not knowing if we are going to, survive, of if we will, hit that, rock, bottom, and, get back up again, but we still, allow ourselves, to fall, and to, spiral downward again, and, again.

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  2. Grieving can be such a long process. Loss can come in so many forms and layers. Wrestling with the memories seems to be part of the process of moving on and yet so difficult and painful. Wishing you strength and hope.

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