I cannot remember ten years ago
Perhaps the days have been both good and bad
I am still here, which is good I suppose
There are no photographs or memories
Nothing to celebrate - no photographs or memories
Inside I whisper to myself - I am still here
I have very few intentions - keep sober, stay safe(er)
At the moment that feels enough
My skin can account for ten years
The absences and hallucinations also
They ring as loud and clear as church bells
I am lucky that I have more chances - or choices
I hope the next ten years will be softer and gentler
That I will continue to tend the fire inside.
"I hope the next ten years will be softer and gentler
ReplyDeleteThat I will continue to tend the fire inside."
May it be so. You are still here, and in its own powerful way, this poem celebrates that.
I hope the next ten years will be gentler and kinder for you, too, Jae, and am glad you are tending the fire inside. A warm glow, hopefully. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteNot being able to remember what it was like ten years ago, can be a blessing and curse, Jae. However, as you say, what is important is that you have more chances and choices now! May the next ten years be full of memory-worthy moments!
ReplyDeleteYes, Jae! You are still here, and that is what is most important. I hope too that the next ten years will be softer and gentler for you!
ReplyDeleteThe poem beautifully reveals how careful you are about your inner self. The next ten years will definitely be "softer and gentler" Jae.
ReplyDeleteYour hope is my hope for you, dear Jae.
ReplyDeleteKeep tending that fire inside, Jae.
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