Friday, October 31, 2008

Ode to the dead

By birth right. By blood.
By unseen ties that bind
so tight, so loose.
They can scar one blind.

To look away. To look behind.

The future hides
that which the past refuses to find.
What to remember? What to reveal?
Memories one can only wish
were not so real.

Memories bring the future present.

With rose colored glasses
the bad times
bleed into pleasant.

To close to leave. To separate to cling.
Balancing on the wire of a heart string.
To love. To hurt.
Hoping they did their best.
Always waiting, watching,
wanting all the rest.

Move on. Move up.

Go forward and do better.
Give to the seeds to come
what should have been
for this one.

Learning. remembering.

Knowledge opens another door.
Step by step.
The room beyond holds another cure.

Looking ahead, glancing back.
Peaking at the tree.
What else could I possibly see?
Not just them. But me.

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