Photograph- A poem about looking back at the past
Title: Photograph
Photograph
It crumpled with a gentle squeeze
Tarnished memory like a breeze
Each time it’s found, it brings disdain
And gives me fresh incite to pain
It seems like it was yesterday
Yet what’s in my hand has aged with time
A thing of past, a time let go
A time my heart just didn’t know
It’s the aging of the eyes
The wrinkles that contain a soul
A memories own book of lies
We tell ourselves to keep control
It’s self-medicating, it’s devastating
It’s the new breaths we draw inside ourselves
Cause without self-convincing
We’d all show how broken we truly are
Cause it’s the survival of a day
The past we hold, and throw away
The present we cling, and hold so dear
And slowly wipe a fragile tear
Without the strands there’d be no whole
We’d be bodies without a soul
So take this paper deep in hand
And gaze upon a piece of time
In it’s reflection, a hardened mind
Eyes that grew to eat despair
And act as though it’s never there
The past molds us to be
And gives our eyes new sights to see
Growing with our every step
Like walking cracks within a line
It’s about making each step a climb
Each lesson something that forever binds
These pieces of past that cling to the mind
And teach us who we truly are
Because in our deepest desperation we know
Is when our colors truly show
©Sean Monaghan 1/24/2013
