Can you get over it?
The pain? The turmoil?
I feel it grabbing me
Like a hand from the grave
Pulling me back
Dragging me down to that one place
We fight tooth and nail to avoid.
We set out on the right course
To forge a new life
From the crumbling relics
We both held as reminders
Of where we would never go again.
Standing upon the cliff top
We cast them in to the sea
Watched as they floundered
The surf tossing them
With no consideration for the importance
They once thought they had.
Holding hands.
We wandered down the hill
Thinking of our pasts
That in that one moment
We’d expunged from our lives.
Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/hump-day-poetry-week-11/
Morpethroad 
Wow! This is gorgeous poeming, Michael.. I love the rich imagery in this piece!
Thank you Lori, happy to be able to participate…
My pleasure, Michael.. I always enjoy your offerings 🙂
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Such a gorgeous poem rich with imagery.
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Thanks Lori….have a good day/evening..
Wonderful poetry expressing the journey of letting the past go. I’ve stood on that cliff top, holding hands with my inner child and trying to let go of what’s not important. The sea waves bring some of that stuff back, but I try to not connect. It just is. Loved your post, Michael. 🙂
Thank you Olga so pleased you could connect with my words. Have a good day.