Old hopes and dreams,
regrets of the past
Lost time eats my memories
How much longer
will I force myself to suffer?
Over what could have been
Over what isn't.
I set this fire now
to release the pain away
to set my soul free
to rise like ash and smoke
from ashes, hope.
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- Comment from author about the poem: burn the old year; arson quite a comfort; never to be reconstructed
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Cleaning out old memories and burning them is a great image to present especially at the first of the year. We clean out our atics and our garage why not our mind. Well done
seriously! Burning the old year is a brilliant tradition!
Awesome
thanks!
a really good poem about past mistakes, I liked reading it
thank you!
You're welcome
You're welcome
I love this! It seems, my dear friend, that we both had fire on the mind! I absolutely love this and I am glad we both set the 🔥 loose at the same time! How awesome! Well done on this! A great little reminder to oneself! Thank you for this! 🙏❤️
of course! great minds think alike, right?
Absolutely!!! So serendipitous!
Whether you resort to setting the past on fire and letting the ashes serve for making soap to wash all quite away, or simply shut the door on the same, in stating the case thus, I realize the difference. Every morning is yet another opportunity to lift up your eyes and reach for higher in lieu of what was. Likewise the previous year and past are put away that we might move forward.
That aside, how beautifully rendered with great imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing. Love you!
thank you so much for this comment and your love
You're very welcome!
Yes let’s have positive thoughts on what will be.
Good write.
thank you!
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