Erase and Rewrite
A poem about reflecting on the past by ED 6/28/22
I looked back on some photos I used to hate
I still don’t love my clothes, they’re not all that great
But the reasons to despise the past are melting
New tunes and mantras my heart is belting
“I love you! “I see you!” “I know what you were thinking!”
Enlightenment replaces the old feeling of sinking
A chuckle escapes from deep in my throat
While I rewrite my story, erasing lies that he wrote
Those pigtails were cute for a girl of your age
That tv show on your shirt was all the rage
As out of place as those things look today
They were fine for back then, say what they may
I remember this trip to the zoo that I took
I remember how long mom begged me to look
At the camera instead of the antelope
I didn’t want my picture taken, I was trying to cope
With the fact that I dropped my ice cream cone
Daddy yelled at me without looking up from his phone
It ruined my day to have lost my treat
And to ruminate on the fact that “Later, I’m gonna get beat”
I touch the face of that worried little girl
In the picture she’s frozen, but her thoughts are a whirl
Of fear and disappointment and pleading with the Almighty
That they believe her apology made contritely
I know now that she escaped alive
From that beating and from the torture inside
Oh, look, this picture is from tenth grade
Before my first boyfriend pulled out a blade
What? He collected knives and things
Though I would have preferred sports cards or diamond rings
He meant me no harm, though now, quite surely
If the same thing happened to my daughter, I’d worry
Those braces would cut the inside of my mouth
Though she would smile if she could see how I turned out
The years of discomfort of growth and change
Put me where I am now, so I won’t exchange
This life for anything else I could imagine
Sometimes, unhappy things have to happen
To shape people into who they ought to be
I’m grateful for today, that I’m free to be me
The heartbreaks, the hardships were tough in the moment
But my life is my own, this is the path I’ve chosen
I can be sweet and kind, I’ve learned to be nicer
To my inner child, she’s safe and I cherish her.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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