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Photograph- A poem about looking back at the past

Updated on June 19, 2013
what have I become?
what have I become?

Title: 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


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      Sean 4 years ago from PA

      thank you very much...yes i think photographs are an art of symbolism and can portray so many countless emotions...thank you for the insight sir...

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      I love writing about photographs but I can't say anything would be better than these words here - photographs are often frozen poetic moments captured in time and space and that is what your words always do, my friend, they capture that moment in time and space with pure eloquence of well chosen words . lake erie time 7:11pm