Sorrows of the Past

Sorrows of the past keep coming back 
From the attic of my wounded mind.
To torture and test me, just to rack,
Rack my brain, needing answers to find.

Unable to cry or shed just one tear,
I sit in the dusty corner of times past,
Begging for help to erase all the fear.
Let me forget! Let peace find me at last.

I cannot see beyond this mortal pain.
Is there not a way out, nor an open door?
I go calmly through life, only to feign,
That which is not within me anymore.

What is joy expressed when not even there?
Can one pretend to look happy once again,
Give smiles, laughter, pretend to care,
When the eyes show only emptiness within?

Deep is the pain in the mirrors to my soul,
Like two black and empty holes in space.
If I once had love and joy, where did it go?
Why are there smiles, not tears on my face?

Let me not remember the joy and pleasure of love,
To remember only causes that much more pain.
Just give me a way! A way to pick up and shove
Memories back to the corner where I am laying.

Let not sorrows that brought me this darkness
Invade my mind in tortoreous memory.
It is quiet here among dark starkness,
Where I can forget, so much to bury.

It is safe, dark, no one sees me hiding here,
Avoiding that which can open up my mind and heart.
Open me up to facing the past and the fear
Of loving again, letting go, find a new start.

Do I see a light, invading my empty corner space?
A sliver of light from a door I cannot yet see?
From where comes this light, invasion of my place?
Is there someone searching, trying to find me?

With beautiful words of emotional impact,
You allow my heart to shed the tears.
From a traumatic and deeply hurtful act.
To cleanse and purify sorrows of past years

You see my sorrows and reach out to me.
With gentle kindness and a loving heart
The comfort and care you give joyfully,
Brings me together when I’m falling apart.
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© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Phyllis Doyle Burns

Sorrows often plaque us.

Note from author ~

Thank you for reading my poem. Sorrows often plaque us and inhibit spiritual growth. May you always find the way through to the guidance you need to grow and heal. Blessings and may you always walk in Peace and Harmony, softly upon Mother Earth.

Phyllis Doyle Burns – Lantern Carrier, Spiritual Mentor

© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Phyllis Doyle Burns
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Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I am an author on TCE and write mainly in poetry and short stories.

I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.

I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.

Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.

I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

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