Yesterdays

whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
How many Yesterdays do we all carry with us into today? Excess baggage, hard earned through pain and growth; Kind of like the matched luggage you paid so much for.. therefore it MUST go on every vaccation with you.

How many times are our Yesterdays to blame, for the suffering or sadness we endure in the present tense? How often do we blame those yesterdays or the ones who led us into to those [once] todays.. now yesterdays, instead of ourselves; the true culprits.

For though they are often overwhelming and too often never spaced far enough apart all choices that make our todays what they are.. are ultimately our own. And while someone else may have held some responsiblity for SOME Yesterdays, they are not to blame for all.

These are just a few of the things that have been coursing the by-ways of my inner mind. Funny how it sometimes takes death to make us observe the intricatcies of life a little better.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    well put
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
    Today at 1:30 a.m. the one I most often have blamed for the courses of all the horrid yesterdays I carry around.. left this world.

    She had ten years clean of alcohol and drugs ( a major accomplishment for my mother), She had grown into a decent human being in the last ten years. She finally learned compassion, she finally felt forgiven for all the wrong she'd done to my sister and I and her brothers and sister as well.

    We are still finding out the oddities that made my mother who she was.. We are still discovering what made her who she turned out to be.. Strange she'd lived with my sister and I, 12 years.. and we are just learning these things.. it makes one wonder what secrets each of us hold. She had many secrets many dark some strange but all witheld from those who wanted to love and help her most; her family.. us.
    Anyhow thanks again for listening. Can ya raise a toast to Debbie Lopesilvero for me? She started out a shitty mother and horrid person, but with love and dignity became a wonderfull woman.. a toast.. I love you Mom you will forever be missed and were always loved.
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