The Hauntings of My Memories

Correcting past mistakes

Once again I'm wrenched from sleep

By the hauntings of my memories

Those past regrets left unforgiven

Scythed by a sharpened blade of guilt

 

Retrospection never puts right a wrong

Even so neither has self-pity

So to make redress for my imprudence

I pledge alliance with existing reality

 

There are no accuses for historical events

It’s time to eradicate old ways and views

And take another pathway from henceforth

Abiding myself through accepting home truths

 

In unpretentious humility seeking redemption

I pray it’s not too late to make amends

With every single fibre of my ambiance

Committing to be reborn again

 

Phillozofee@2014

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Often, it's not easy for us to be comfortable with haunting memories of our past...but once they surpass, we feel different and reborn. We feel a weight lifted from our shoulders as the bad things disappear...great, raw emotional poem. I really enjoyed it.

[Star]

Beautiful! I'm so glad I popped in and saw this. Thank you for sharing it.

[Emily B]

i have tried to make amends and be reborn. And then sometimes i have memories about being born before. Maybe i am just too impatient?