This was my first poem in the series. It tells my story, so its pretty straightfoward about my situation. It's about letting go of memories and emotions, as hard as that may be sometimes.


This Sacrifice

The precious moments we hold most dear are always a fleeting thing.

We remember them the best we can with the verse we write or the songs we sing.

Moments that we can't retrieve or retrace our footsteps past,

but in our minds and in our hearts is where those memories will last.

The embrace of a loved one's arms or the smiles they may give; without these wondrous things, i think, my life I would choose not to live.

Yet somehow, I remain here by only God's design, with happiness and sorrow deeply intertwined.

I search my thoughts for past relations, seeking a better time, but only a single sterling one do my thoughts put forth as ever "mine".

Purity once had a name and it rested self in female form. It came with ambition and passion, and such beauty did its face adorn.

But purity it did not last, and in love I was until I saw... what once was pure was tainted now... as tarnished as me, afterall.

And in this time my spirit, broken, it only wept and cried. "Is there noone who can love me for what it is I hold inside?"

Time did pass, and the earth beneath my feet had made it's trip so short. I found myself had come full circle, with not a joy to report.

The same I was 1 year ago and the same I am this day, "To change is but to cover up what lies beneath." they say.

It must be true, cause in me found the same pure gem still offered more. I let my guard slip unopposed, and again I fell, just like before.

If chance has it that we do part and never see the morn, where both of us walk hand in hand, then chance leaves me to mourn.

But leave your love not up to chance, and cast decisions not with dice. "Let your heart and mind pour forth", was this broken hearted boys advice.

Shelter not your feelings, and hide not your cares. If an introvert you do become, your heart this affliction rends and tears.

I leave you now with these, my words, and my bitterness undone. I only wanted one more chance...but again this wretched' life has won.

It takes from me what i treasure most.

Happiness, Forgiveness, Love, and Hope.

If these things are what in life you seek,

then keep your expectations meek.

Two times I fell, but I'll not fall thrice. Happiness starts with this sacrifice.

~D~




Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-10 at 17:37

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Rob Graber
Your poem's turning point ("And in this time...") I find quite dramatic! And I agree with your concusion: Much damage is done to relationships by unrealistic expectations.
2006-12-10