Memories, Wounds Or Fantasy - Poem by Florida Angel
Sometimes I wonder about my past,
cleansing my soul from anything else,
that can possibly take me away from now.
Sometimes I cry, others I ask,
after all are they only memories, true wounds,
or just a fantasy?
Did I suffer because of someone else
did I suffer because of my choice
did I suffer because I chose not to stand
Or did I make it all up, to feel that I have what to suffer about?
Aren't they all choices of our own?
Isn't it true that our destine is made by our options?
Am I now choosing these words? Are you being forced to read?
What is NOW if not a Choice? And if so, what about my memories?
Did I choose them? Did I change them? Will I remember them in facts or in feelings?
Freud used to say that it doesn't matter if we made it up or if we really lived it,
as what is in our mind is what is valid to release.
So now, and in NOW again, is in what we chose to be, and live.
Being so it can be interesting sometimes to cry,
Sometimes to shy, other times to fly...
Sometimes we love, others we hide, still NOW is mine, and Yours.
So, what are you DOING RIGHT NOW? What ABOUT it?
Will you MAKE it Happen or will you let it Go with Whatever Flow?
What are you HOLDING for NOW?
Hey! ! ! NOW! ! ! ! Grab iT! !
Comments about Memories, Wounds Or Fantasy by Florida Angel
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye