Thursday, July 1, 2010

Sometimes, our memories leave more than scars.


Destructive torrent of memories,
Spinning, swirling, spilling over,
Subsiding, slipping away briefly,
giving me a moment's small respite,
Only to come back again,
even stronger than before.

These memories are a bomb:
It goes off every morning
and I spend the whole day
putting me back together,
but the pieces, the pieces, well,
they just don't fit quite right.

If only, if only, if only:
They'd disappear, go away
settle like the dust of bombs,
float away like flood waters.
Then, I may sleep a whole night,
a night without tears or screams.

--Valorie, 6.30.2010, 6:38 pm.

Sometimes, our memories take something away.

This is the first poem I've written since mid-2006. I used to be quite prolific with my poetry, but then I just...stopped. A lot when down the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school, and by the end of it I couldn't put a pen to paper. I had been robbed of all inspiration, of all capability to write poems like I once did.

This poem... well, it's shitty compared to what I once could write. What I think I can write. But it's a start. It's me taking that capability back, robbing my own memories as it were, and trying to pick up where I left off in hopes that someday those memories won't be like a bomb going off every morning.

Inspired in part by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.


  1. Yes, you can write, but more importantly, you do it well with sincerity and from the heart. Keep at it.

  2. Love the poem. It's great to get back to writing, isn't it? I used to write fiction back in high school and then gave it up. I got into NaNoWriMo a few years ago and it felt SO GOOD! Kudos to you for going back!

  3. very powerful! I have found that you can't force poetry.. it comes to you and you are just the vessel. Don't hold back, though. When it comes to you.. no matter how painful... write it. It's cathartic. Very good poem.

  4. I think it takes a certain amount of courage to write poetry. It is so raw.

    Writing, just like all talents, improves with work. Your poem is fantastic. Keep writing.


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