I don’t keep
old love letters
keepsakes, pictures
or stuffed bears
People think it’s strange
to toss them out so
thoroughly
But to me,
their logic is backwards
Why?
Why keep souvenirs
of failure?
Mementoes
to cling to,
to linger over
like a sore in your cheek?
You can pick at it with your tongue
turn them over and over
and wonder what happened
until you bleed
or fester and rust-
into a husk, who
rummages through trunks
of brittle memories
on birthdays and anniversaries
that no longer include you
or exist
Instead:
I tear them up
I feed them to the flames
of a spiteful little bonfire
built just for the occasion
and every scrap
every cinder is
a tiny phoenix
that I tie a breath of hope to
A contest entry
- Blood Stained Teardrops by Blooming Poet.
450 points, ended January 3, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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GreAT POINT. Why keep souvieners of failure. I like this poem. It is option 2.
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So incredibly agreed.
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I completely agree with this philosophy actually. I used to keep love letters but it was too hurtful. Your last lines - it really is a rebirth to let them go.
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