Memory

rebmasters

An old, dull ache
will radiate
from the small of my back,
as though
still carrying a load
past its destination
to the summit of the mountain;
bursting beyond
like clouds
under heavy rainfall.
It stalls,
that pain;
the only gain
from years with you.
It crawls up my bowed back;
a legless, misshapen monster
worming its way slowly
to my zenith;
my brain,
without which
I couldn’t feel pinpricks
or prolonged pain.
Round in circles again;
is pain a memory
or a promise?

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2021 12:43
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  • L. B. Mek

    'It stalls,
    that pain;
    the only gain
    from years with you.
    It crawls up my bowed back;
    a legless, misshapen monster
    worming its way slowly
    to my zenith;'
    wonderfully unravelled,
    your pacing was so seductive in this read, and impacted
    the overall feel of your write, hugely.
    (I'm not sure on your poignant question,
    I know that for me, it represents
    a necessity
    to insure we, 'learn, to' or 'are reminded, of'
    an appreciation for the unassuming gifts/mercy's in our lives.
    whether these, aspects or points
    represent something tangible
    like pain, or hypothetical like promise
    I doubt we could ever verify, but
    that you include them in the same question
    accepting them, as potential mirrors of themselves, is much more telling
    'in my humble opinion'
    maybe, on another day
    a Time, before the sadness
    your question may have been worded, a tad different
    maybe, back then
    a promise, mirrored: Hope?
    and maybe that's what we're trying to find our way back to, while journeying
    in your relatable words, all of us
    a path back, to where we imbued hope
    in the meaningful syllables
    of our life's, chosen Perspectives...)

    • rebmasters

      Yes, does it serve to remind us of our mistakes or act as a promise to ourselves never to make them again? Or simply a physical response that travels through the nerve fibres to the brain. & then, how do we interpret it then? I've been musing on this far too much instead of just trying to let go and move on (if such things are possible), which is why this came out I suppose. I'm glad you liked it ❤️

      • L. B. Mek

        learning to shed
        is a prerequisite of survival
        otherwise, our burdens
        will be too heavy
        for us to take, that next
        necessary: step...
        (and while it's good to contemplate
        and question, like any other action
        if its not accompanied by purpose or intent
        to resolve or act upon, what we've gleaned
        then it will all be for nothing, my friend)

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