Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

Rigid Past

As humans it's beyond our nature to forget,

Though our minds plead for such peace.

But, there are moments,

Moments when in all sincerity,

We forget and are engrossed in this forgetfulness,

And like a fool we believe we have truly forgotten,

That we've reached an endpoint,

With hope that this moment of awe will never perish,

But then our past comes crashing into this sweet reality,

Like powerful waves clashing with the surface of humble rocks on the shore,

And even as the water recedes we welcome no relief,

For in its departure it carries all the happiness of our innocence,

Of our ignorance,

Of our forgetfulness,

We drown in this realisation,

Awakened by the past,

And beg for the waves to return,

To crash into our souls again,

For we hope that if this dreadful process continues,

And if time allows,

Like rocks we'll soon weather,

We'll be moulded,

Soothed and smoothened,

And all the harsh edges of our past will erode,

And the silkiness of a bright future birthed.

But our sea of thought grows calm,

The silence of it; roars deafeningly,

Its dormancy feeds our fears,

And we shiver at its coldness,

Its patience,

Awaiting another moment of vulnerability,

That accompanies forgetfulness,

So as to strike again,

And we curse the power of the mind.