Holding Onto

And I'm still holding onto

Whatever's left behind, now

I don't want to let it go

And I don't want to leave them

Scattered like they never were

Like ashes they burn

In my heart

And I will forever look at them

Like they are replying again

All those times I lost, now

Reviews

[Solace]

I feel like I was meant to see this. I guess the world really is telling me to let go and move on already. Thank you for this poem.

[Mk.t.g]

Thabku for reading!!

[NelliKong]

Even though this poem was short, it hit all of the emotions that come from that type of experience. Emotions that are attached to memories you hold near and dear to your heart and can delay the dealing process I enjoyed reading this. Can't wait to see what else you create

[Mk.t.g]

Thanku for reading, Nelli!

[NelliKong]

you're welcome

[Chris Shaw]

Photographs, letters from the past can be difficult to let go of. The memories come flooding back. They stop us from moving forward and living in the now. I am guilty of this myself. A poignant write.

Chris

[Mk.t.g]

Thanku for reading, Chris!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Just remember my friend that there ain't no future in the past. The past is always there. The past is built to last. But obsessions are like pools of quicksand that suck us down and prevent any growth or forward motion. If we can't escape them, we die. Memories belong in a photo album but life belongs to the living and the living had best get about the business of it because death waits for us all. This was a great poem about the pain involved in staying our minds too long in one place. Happiness and peace are not illusions or things we find. They are realities we make for ourselves. I enjoyed the read.

[Mk.t.g]

Very touching words! I agree with all you said, the past, however beautiful or sad it is, should remain the past, and the living should continue to live!
Thanku for your time!

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand the below lines my friend.
"And I don't want to leave them
Scattered like they never were
Like ashes they burn
In my heart"
I was the collector of photos for my family. I want to write a memory book. Short stories for the family members, who were kind to us. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mk.t.g]

Thanks for reading, Coyote!