Some Days Poem by Linda Engwall

Some days
These wounds never seem too far from the surface
Exploding from within
Try as I might to put them away, put them in place

Something will happen to trigger them
Bubbling up within
All kinds of emotion
When that song is played on the radio,
That line in a movie,
Brings me back to that time
Some days I feel, I can never be free from

Somehow making
It all more important,
Those last words,
Stolen moments,
Never to forget

Bringing me back again and again
I ask myself
How can it become more important as time goes on
That one that got away,
That path I should of taken,

Could it be only
Kept alive in memories
When our lives do not go the way
We hoped
Our mind drifts back to that time
A past lost to us

Are we loosing tract of reality
We get lost in the what ifs

Easily to forget
Some days brought back
To our sweet memories
In the quiet of the night
Those memories we never seem to quite forget

To recognize that the only hold
They have on us
Is how they can transport us
To a time that has passed

Holding no more power in our life now
Than we feel compelled to give it
As we have come to know

That a life lived in the past
Is a life not lived fully out there to our fullest being