A Life of Beautiful Days

Image by Susie Clevenger Kearney Depot

A journal written long ago
the book of days I owned
Memories forgotten in a
network of tunnels of the
mind’s most complex maze
suddenly raised back from
the dead as page after page
is re-worn.

Inside the darkness
sometimes struggles go un-noticed
…unpsoken
and,
we come undone
Derailed from lines in those endless
caves and caverns.

Love cuts deep
loneliness even deeper to the core
but,
all railways have stations
a terminus, and
all tunnels have an end
even endless ones.

“Listen to the rhythm of
the falling rain child.
Let it fall soft and wash
you clean.
Look again beyond what you know.
Step out of the dark
into the light and you will
see love still lives its own
life of beautiful days.”

~*~

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

28 thoughts on “A Life of Beautiful Days”

  1. a second look is always good. i love a backward glance, now and then.
    with your fantastic descriptives came a story, days gone by.
    great job!

  2. WOW!!!!! This really epitomises the depths at which we flow fron hell to eternity….yes,Bren, hope is what brings us out of the cluthches of that pain that a pill can’t reach…

  3. Ah! But who speaks the final verse? Is it the narrator in the present, speaking to the child in the past, writing her secrets in the diary? It’s an amazing ponderance to weigh the possibilities – and the consequences – in such an identification.

  4. I came undone so much I threw out my diaries from childhood on … will not not look backwards anymore … the past will kill me … the future … I don’t know … yet.

  5. All tunnels have an end
    even endless ones

    That stays with me. Love the flow and depth of your poem. It’s simply wow!

  6. You ended this with brilliance…

    Step out of the dark
    into the light and you will
    see love still lives its own
    life of beautiful days.

  7. I’m so glad you didn’t let ‘running out of time’ stand in the way of writing to one of Susie’s photos. This poem is enormous in what may be inferred, its application to life in general. I like the note of hope at the end.

  8. all railways have stations
    a terminus, and
    all tunnels have an end
    even endless ones.

    i like the gentle wisdom in that bren…and the bit of music in that last stanza…the rhythm of the rain is such a soothing thing….

  9. I suppose that is true if one does look, sometimes the hardest part is getting through the maze and opening your eyes though.

  10. Love how the last stanza fits the middle about emerging into the light at the end of the tunnel. To not lose hope. But I remember that age, those times, when it seems that one just can’t get out of those caves, the puzzling maze in the mind. Great write. Awesome thing to read on a difficult monday too. 🙂 Thank you.

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