Poem

Collecting Your Memories
By MwsR

It is sad sometimes
But it is so real.
The life we live all the time.
When there is doubt or fear, or pain
We go back to where we once were.
Finding comfort from the same.
It’s scary to think
For us to move on we need to collect our memories
Before they sink.
Often blinded by the once was
Too much can cloud our today’s.
But if you have to, to move ahead, or just because…
Then collect your memories
Express their feelings as best you can.
Be it in song, writing, or whatever sensories.

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Poem

Memories Are The Things That Last Longer, by MwsR

When the whirl of your life passes you
There is not much but memories to hold onto.
Those that you started each day with a new
Are no longer the ones that surround you.
A certain calm you cannot find
There is so much pressing on your mind.
Waiting to relax, it isn’t happening
Afraid if you do, you will start napping
Wishing it all back to where it once was
But knowing inside, there were fights and a lot of fuss.
Where you lay your head isn’t always where your heart is
And sometimes you just miss it!
Life is ever-changing and uncertain in itself
Our hearts are not something we simply rest on a shelf.
We must work, hold on to, and get stronger
And remember sometimes, memories are the things that last longer.

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Poem

Collecting Your Memories
By MwsR

It is sad sometimes
But it is so real.
The life we live all the time.
When there is doubt or fear, or pain
We go back to where we once were.
Finding comfort from the same.
It’s scary to think
For us to move on we need to collect our memories
Before they sink.
Often blinded by the once was
Too much can cloud our today’s.
But if you have to, to move ahead, or just because…
Then collect your memories
Express their feelings as best you can.
Be it in song, writing, or whatever sensories.

MwsR Writings

Used to dream of having a lot of family members for events and special occasions, that it would ease the lack of the childhood family I once had.
Seems each year is another missed year with the familiar, childhood family.
Yet I’m reminded that it is the now, not then I should give my thoughts to. Still, it all seemed so nice and comforting somehow in my mind.
Life is
constantly changing. Make the most of whatever you have or can. Memories are in the making if you want them to be.
Don’t focus all your thoughts on what could have been. Reflect on the fact that like Christ rose from the dead and gave us new meaning, life will create meaning also.
Easter…..a new beginning, meaning, purpose

Time, by MwsR/ Poem Share

low angle photo of tower

Taken back>

Scrounging forward

Frozen in time>

Thawing from the lies

Happy in memories>

Sad in the truth

Alone in this journey>

Together in the pain

Wallowing in yesterdays>

Letting go for more tomorrows.

MwsR ❤