Made for Sorrow

Do our memories define us? Or are we more than our past mistakes?

Made for Sorrow

 

Sorrow’s just the course she’s been on --

A daily struggle to force a smile upon her face.

Her heart -- always breaking, bending, and bruising.

Scars becoming her only identity.

Each with its own memory,

Its own story to be retold -- over and over again.

Who is this girl behind the mask?

I don’t know either.

Is she the first heart break?

The one who took the first cut --

Carving the insecurities deep within the hollowed soul?

Or the second --

Full of broken promises and misguided emotions,

Tearing down every wall, just to watch them reassemble?

What about the bad decisions?

The wrong turn that leads her to a dead end?

Or the liars who promise to make up for those mistakes?

The mistakes that can never be unmade.

Is she simply the tears cried?

The lonely nights, or the early morning fog?

Is she just a memory?

Or do they remember her at all?

Is she made for sorrow,

Or is there more?

Author's Note

Still on a writing kick -- using a lot of personal emotion -- but none the less, I would like strict critique. Please & thank-you.

Reviews

[.nicole.]

Really like the point of view here(from the outside) alot of poems with this emotion are written from the inside. It's a really nice change.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe memories should make most of us wiser and kinder. Pain is a good teacher. Hard to be alone after giving love to another. Last lines are good questions. I believe life is chance. A wise person thinks before he acts. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Robert Haigh]

Interesting questions posed here. As a great poet once said, "Into each life some rain must fall." We all make mistakes, and we all have regrets, but we can all learn from our past mistakes, if we analyse them a little...we'll still make some mistakes though; that's life. A wistful and poetic write.