Restless Guardian

Why do we hold on to our messes?
To remind us of what we are not ready to let heal?
A thousand dusty trinkets, or sentimental delusions
trying to draw their own conclusions,
wholly unconcerned with the indignity of pain. 

Oh, that.
Ah, yes.
I'd almost forgotten.

Subdued with the clueless angst of abandonment,
it is my restless guardian.
Unequipped to cope, instead he collects disaster.

I pass him with relief to know he is still there
keeping ghosts of stains and chains of places.
Soon I'll have the heart to face them.
Until then I'll nod his way, ignore him with a smile.

Reviews

[Nika Gavruchenkova]

Without the pain that we went through in our lives we wouldn't be who we are .
Thank you

[Caleb Andrew]

Very true. Thank you for your comment.

[Sami Khalil]

A very good and reasonable poem. Thank you for sharing...:).................

[Caleb Andrew]

Haha. Thank you! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:)........