Dwelling

this one kind of rants..but it does have a point. see if you can find it? enjoy..

I want to relive those memories-

times of the past so close to me, yet also so far

they're on the verge of forgetting.

 

If one wish could satisfy me,

reliving moments in time would be my utmost:

seeing what happened so close to me,

feeling the emotions that once grazed a spot in my heart.

 

At times they're so far I fear

that at any moment they'll disappear from my mind,

removing all memories of them permanently.

 

At times I wonder if they're significant in my future,

if I forget their importance in my life,

if it will effect me in the long run.

 

For this reason, I clasp onto them for dear life:

as one would cling to a loved one on their death bed,

as one clings to life when they know it's their time to go.

 

Though others claim the past is the past,

and future is yet to come,

I say they are all one in the same.

 

The past is your reminder,

the future your checker,

the present your now.

 

To me, the present is the cause of your past,

the predictor of your future.

How can one reside only in one of them,

when the others are of equal importance,

of equal influence?

 

I, myself, tend to dwell,

for my fear of losing

causes me to cling,

and my fear of failing

causes me to remember.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

this is unfinished, so to speak. i usually draw my poetry back around to secure the beginning and the end all in one scene, but i.. couldn't finish this one.