The Life You Left Behind

This week, another poem. I encourage you to interpret it in the way that most benefits you, as there are unlimited ways to do so and I wish for you to get the most you can from this. Thus, The Life You Left Behind:

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Wings in the Dark, drawing by author, 2012

Do you remember the sirens’ song

that lured you from your mother’s home

and kept you from your life so long?

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Do you remember the ogre’s cries

the ones that left tears in your eyes

and trapped you ’till your last goodbyes?

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Do you remember the oarsmen’s sweat

that was made hauling you as you bled

back to the place where you first met?

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Do you remember the hospital wing

where you were treated like a king

’till you killed the ogre, gave back the ring?

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Do you remember the children’s eyes

when you told them to say goodbye

and the ogre left, no longer lied?

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Do you remember growing older

the children left and you grew colder

and climber over that long, last boulder?

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Do you remember the light of your life

as you found me in my time of strife

and loved me from our first sight?

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Do you remember all of this time

the things you loved, the times you cried

or forget the life you left behind?

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You don’t remember, that’s okay

You know I’ll love you anyway

The life you never loved can wait.