Goodbye, 2013

Someday

I will look at the scars

and run my fingers over them

they wouldn't hurt -

dried and just a flesh memory

of a gone-by ache.

Someday

I will meet on the streets

strangers with carts

selling my memories.

I would probably

buy a couple of glass jars

for a laugh

Someday 

on a winter's night

while rubbing my toes

A song will wriggle in

through the crack at the door - 

I will smile without tears

Someday

I will thank you for what has been - 

an year of darkness and fears - 

without a shudder

and whisper into your ears,

"You made me grow"

Today, however, 

with all delight, 

all the happiness I can gather 

between two shivering palms, 

I bid you farewell!

Do not turn back,

Not now, not yet!

Keep walking,

and let peace come instead.

Everyday Writing: 24

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The solace of words often goes unnoticed. Would those dark nights have passed had it not been words sung to tune becoming an earworm? Or would those bleary mornings have become bearable without words helping beat its retreat?
And how we belittle words- we always assume other 'bigger issues' plague us. 
The simplest of things are the most misunderstood. 
*one of those wistful days*