I am tied to yesterday
I relive it every day
I hear yesterday calling
I see no new day dawning
I want to live for tomorrow
I am tied to yesterday’s sorrow
I pretend to feel alive
I feel I must have died
I touch the faces of today
I worry about life’s decay
I cry for all the wasted years
I am full of angry tears
I understand one cannot return
I say this right I have earned
I dream of being free
I try from life to flee
I hope there is a tomorrow
I am tied to yesterday and it’s sorrow
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Firstly, this is a heartbreaking, yet beautiful piece. I wonder at the form, what it is called? I’m unlearned in forms (too much freeverse on my end). I think I should like to try one of these.
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Good morning Sahm, this is a simple form that most beginners are given to get them started, basically an “I AM”. It is an old piece that I decided to put on the blog. The I AM in each line has been changed since the first draft. You have a great blog, and by the way; free verse is my favorite style. Ann
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🙂 I think I will try it. It always helps to get back to roots from time to time…or to actually try to understand them, which seems to be my flaw, at times. Thank you very much for enlightening me, Ann! 🙂 From what I’ve seen so far you, too, have a wonderful blog! I think I shall very much enjoy perusing your pieces. 🙂
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Resonates, that is what I’m struggling with now, letting go of the past so I can enjoy life now.
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Good Morning “C”, we are our “yesterdays”, but we have to learn to cope, writing is a great method. Thank you for following and I will enjoy visiting your site often. AJM
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That is very kind Ann, I am honoured. Yes writing has been great therapy and very cathartic. I am happy to have stumbled upon this very supportive community and know that others have also faced similar struggles.
Might be daft and illogical I kind of think if I let go of the past and the hurt, I will also lose the good memories and invalidate the love that we did have.
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My Native American Great-Grandmother who help raise me…said to me one day (I was 15 yo when she passed) “How can one know where they are going if they cannot remember where they have been”. Each time she shared a story of her life she left me with…”Always Remember”. I have lived by her advise! Thank you so much for leaving this message, I hope to hear from you again. I have an open email if you ever want to talk in private. annjohnsonmurphree.author@gmail.com Ann
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Thanks.
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