Locked In.
Let go sad mem'ry
wherein grow
high weeds which,
entangled by
pastness can harm
fine intention
and never breed
freedom.
Locked into virus
no mourner
hopes to by-pass
deep grief
nor has strength
to fight
for right choices
of course.
But worth all the
effort to
seek mind-maps
which can
recall laughter or
good times
of togetherness
is found
in the aftermath
while all
anyone needs is
to re-live
the love specially
locked into
memory as that
feeling it
gave might refill
again joy
in a heart's visit
of faith to
long gone scenes
back then.
So allow unhappy
memory to
stay outside the
arena and
discover weedfree
strata to
feed on while living
the past for
this a heart needs.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments7
Well said and completely relatable. After having encountered this modern hovering nightmare and the severe consequences, I found that the laughter and friendship came through my phone - more than expected. I'm tempted to unlock the door...
SO I NEED TO LOVE TODAY BEFORE THE DOORS ARE LOCKED FROM OUTSIDE, WHEN WE'RE STILL TOGETHER TO LOVE AND TO TOUCH BECAUSE SOON OR LATER, WE'RE GONNA PART AND IT'S GOING TO BE ALL MEMORIES BUT I DO NOT WANT MINE TO BE OF REGRETING THE TIME WASTED.
Good write Fay.
A super write Fay
Very nice and timley
Very good words Fay, I thoroughly understand them in my new life.
"When we lose someone we love, we must learn not to live without them, but to live with the love they left behind."
Andy
what a cascading serenade of soothing wisdom you've penned dear Fay, indeed: may love conquer all and teach us to utilise our tomorrow's: for overcoming those shadows, that linger - uninvited
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