One year is long enough
To forget the pain
Inside a memory
Two years is long enough
To make honor
Out of the pain
Three years is long enough
To build a platform
For jumping off
Into the wild blue
Into a new you
Far afield of comfort
But not lacking in repose
When ambition lingers long enough
An inkling of the fear
Engulfing so many others
A fiction of us
entirely made up
of f(r)actional (w)holes
inches its way back in
But so, is this (?)
So, is THIS
A better choice?
Some dreams
Certainly are
More pleasant
Memories and memory are complicated things. I think the trick is learning which ones to submerge. Love the poem
Thanks! I love it when you love my poems. And I love it when you take them a step further with your comments. The word submerge is an interesting choice bringing water to mind instantly. Are we drowning our sorrows? Do tell, Wise Auntie Sharon!