We Must Move On

To all those I have lost, friends and family. Not long ago and very recent too many lost. May you R.I.P. And thank you to those who have inspired once again in me, to hope and write again.

In this little bottle, I carry something I hold close within

A many times over broken heart that truly wants to mend

Even words spoken, are a weapon to the soul

I ask myself if this is something I deserve in part or whole

Against these windows salty drops of pain frequently fall

And they reflect the images of memories past

Cascading over the apples that peak a trying smile

Being not without wiles to archive in file

Periodic memorials with wounds empathetic

I breathe again to find myself sympathetic

To a burdened heart I bear unattended

Yet to become completely mended

Then I release for closure a simple symbol

Overwhelmed thumping so nimble

It's meaning and colorful purpose, beyond measure

For each you knew, your life a valued treasure

I do not look to find

To once again be left behind

And I am here still

Inspired again finally to use my quill

Taken away by where I belong

To inspire in return, as muse to another song

© 2013 J.P

Author's Note

Life is too short to even think to begin giving up on oneself. And even shorter not to live at all.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Beautiful, Janee...I have nothing to add except in awe of such testament. Lovely write.