Rivers of Gold

one of those nostalgic sorta times....

I find myself

floating away

in an ocean of reverie. 

To an isle

of recollection

of years that weren't so great.

I wonder again why

I sail these waves

of an unsatisfactory memory.

I discern in the fog

the realization

that I now see from a different state.

From uncharted waters

and unmapped lands

the New World struck as fine.

Each day existed

to be explored

with nothing to compare. 

Now I sink

in rivers of gold

in the process of my own mind.

I recall those years

and see the truth

and-for my past- utter a prayer. 

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[Rob Santana]

Childhood memories can be tuff to deal with if they dark hurtful ones. I carry a lot of painful childhood memories. I like this poem. You've expressed yourself well.