Old Wounds

Sorting through old photos
I come across you yet again.
Those same searing, pleading eyes.
That same sexy, crooked smile.
That same nervous knot in my stomach.
I thought that wound had fused.
A voice cries out from the 

crawlspace of my soul.
"Tear it up!"
With a sigh, I stare off into nowhere
And tuck you back, safely away.

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Alba T.]

Lovely.
I know how this can be. I live this every once in a while
when I take those old pictures out and see HIM.
Every time you look at those pictures of that certain person,
you think I can do this, I can get rid of them, but you just can't,
for some reason...
And that reason is embedded in your heart and soul,
Where that person left an imprint so deep
that you cannot shake it off.

[SM Davis]

awww...I've had this experience...however don't think I could have voiced it so beautifully! Well done! 100 peaches!

[Brianna Brie]

"Tear it up!"
With a sigh, I stare off into nowhere
And tuck you back, safely away.

"Tear it up!" This line sounds like the many times I have made mental pleas with myself to just let it go. Just like you have said here, "tuck you back, safely away." Each time I don't let go. This poem makes me feel the heaviness upon soul.

[Amanda Crandall]

I really like the description and the knot in the stomach is one I think we are all familiar with. I liked the crooked smile too, after all its not the perfections of someone that we remember but their imperfections. One thing I would recommend would be consolidating the "A voice cries out from the darkness / In the crawlspace of my soul." line. A voice cries out from the crawlspace of my soul seems to lend more power to the visual of an innervoice trapped in darkness for me.

[Flow~]

It is hard to let go of items that give us memories even if they are painful. We know we should let them go release them into torn history but then maybe we fear we will lose the memory all together. Very nice right of something we all experienced.

[Stephanie]

I've read this a few times, and just got around to reviewing it. This is such a beautiful, emotional poem. I can only vaguely relate to not being able to tear up an old picture because I'm young, but you potrayed the difficulty and hesitation really well. This is one of my favorites on Wc so far!

[Spoken]

wow this is really something. I love how you brought such feeling and depth to a picture and no matter how much the voices deep inside you screamed to just throw it away tare it up so you don't have to remember the pain anymore.. you couldn't do it. Awsome, nice to hear a voice to the words also.. not to many do that around here and to me it's a bold step, cause I'm a chicken that way :).. hearing how it was meant to be read really brings that much more depth to the words.

[Pauline Marie Daley]

So touching. Such an intense love, the pain is almost overwhelming. Beautiful job. :-)

[Just Manoosh]

This is lovely honey, truly.

I have my memories stored in a place only I know where to find them, though mine has voices and movement too.

Mx

memories.

Good choice of words, wonderful form, very well imparted message.

A very good piece

[IMOGEAN]

The nostalgia thick and old pain vivid to the reader. I expected no less from you. Excellent, as usual.

Imogean~