How Am I

How can someone blame you for nothing?

~How am I...
Going to bring back,
The broken trust,
The ill memories:
The sad day,
Into a glued promise;
A cured remembrance,
And an Actual day

How Am I,
Going to love you,
With all this: you have done.
To look at you,
With all the damage you have drain.
To see through you,
With the blame that still pertains.

How Am I,
To Remember you, when there's no tendency left.
To call for you, With you to be swept.

How Am I,
Going to bring back,
The broken trust,
The ill memories:
The sad day,
Into a glued promise,
A cured remembrance,
And an actual Day~

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is so much beautiful pain here. We wander the thoughts of you, and ache in the wondering. Makes me wonder of so many things too, those days of the past, how they cling to us and yet we cannot change them or set them on a different path. They exist as they are, and we must find our acceptance in the now, in our remembering, in our next steps. So wondrously moving.

[Ghania]

Thank you so much for your words here, Craig. =)

[An owl on the moon]

It's always joy to know your soul was inspired. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel the regret and the disappointment. Sometimes we cannot win. Maybe time can become the healer. Thank you Ghania for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Ghania]

I appreciate your words here. Thank you. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ghania.

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A very relatable write, Ghania......

Trust once broken can never be repaired, no matter how much we glue together the pieces and patch over the cracks.

A painful write, yet one infused with truth and realism. Nicely written.

[Ghania]

Thank you for your words here, Doodley. =)

[barleygirl]

I love this. I was hooked by the title & it didn't disappoint, as you used this phrase the perfect number of times to convey a sense of outrage or complete disappointment, but not so often as to be repetitive. There are some things that just destroy another person, after being said, & there's nothing that can be done to take it back, even an apology is lame. We, in today's world, have become so callous about what's said to each other, we are truly throwing word bullets around, & it makes me sad. Your poem shows how it goes when you're hit with some of these word bullets. These wounds never heal. I love the subtle outrage . . . not drama or ranting, but just righteous indignation. Perfect balance of attitude thru-out (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ghania]

Thank you so much Margie. You always sum up the poem so amazing.
And I agree. The wounds never heal. Words said can't be brpught back. Their impact stays and remain.
Thanks again. 💕💕

[DIVYA]

Never so easy to bring back the trust. But there is no end to the growth we experience personally, when we search for these answers. Great expressions here, Ghania!

[Ghania]

Indeed. Thank you for you kind words, Divya =)