The Feeling of Nostalgia

I think you'll understand this if you've ever had a moment of peace.

The Feeling of Nostalgia by CommonHeartCure

 

I'd like to think that I am who I am.

That my memories of today will stick with me forever.

It's just the thought of looking back on Christmas days and hot summers passed by,

That make you think,

Was that really me?

Was that strangely different,naive mind really my own?

Then you feel clamy.

You can't understand the feeling in your mind.

Throat aches and eyes burning,

You can't help but feel the future looming.

I'd like to think I've always been "me".

It's a matter of pride mostly,

But there's always a tiny inkling of fear for what I could have been.

All the times I've wanted to snap.

I used to wonder about my future self.

I used to think I'd be fearless.

That I'd handle the world in stride.

But no.

Gone are those days to get back what I lost when I was little.

Gone is toothy charisma,

Replaced with volitile shyness.

Maybe THIS is me.

Because I'd like to think,

Despite all the things that could've happened,

All the memories I could've traded in,

That I'd be the same,

No difference,but Nostalgia.

Author's Note

I hope it was okay!

Reviews

[fauxcajun]

I coulda been a contender! / To paraphrase Marlon Brando in "On the Waterfront." / When we sit back and try to analyze ourselves it many times is an exercise in masochism / Woulda, coulda, shoulda / But we made the decisions that we made and that makes us who we are / We never were "the other person" or that would be who we are now / Be happy with the person you are, I have a feeling it is a good person . . . P.S.: You were more than okay here . . .

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I like the honesty of your poem. It comes I am sure straight from your heart.