Blessings or Curses

Blessings or Curses

The young boy rides

in the back of the family sedan

He feels safe and content as he stares out the back glass.

Little does he realize he’ll soon be a man

But for now no demon’s spell on him

Could be cast

As the ebony bullet speeds through his past

The darkness in his wake

The feeling of safety

Is what he always expected

his parents would make.

His blessing is his youth

His curse; The truth

The passage of time

Somehow escapes him hard.

That sedan sits rusting

In an unwelcoming scrap yard.

His parents had long since gone.

Yet his youth seemed as yesterday

But it had quickly shuffled by

Like the dealing of the cards

Faster than children at play

His curse was remembering

It was also his blessing

His bane was his peace

It was also his undoing.

The nights of solitude and false bravery

Forebode the memories of angst

And his own fears of mortality.

More than once was a thought

Of making the pain become naught

His curse was remembering

His memories he boldly fought

The days of frenzied life

Led to the solitary night

Lonesome in isolated fright

His life was speeding past

Like that old sedan

In which he spent many summers last

His pain was remembering

As his winters were seemingly

Devoid of the new life of spring

 

As he remembered his youth

He realized his curse was his blessing.

He realized his truths were his bane

Those warm memories of family.

He rejuvenated his adolescence

With passion, appetite, and pain

 

Reviews

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

I liked the sedan, racing through time, the comfort that it once held him tight, and then the rusting of the past. His pain was his gain through his life, after childhood and when he got old, the memories of his childhood kept him sane. I thought this was excellent reading. Thought provoking and realizing we are here for just a short amount of time. Very nice.

[We are young.]

very moving, good job