Five Minute Friday [6] - Waiting on the Dawn

It's late at night or as the sun dips low in the sky

That my mind drifts to what has already gone by

The streets of this small town

I keep them beneath my ribs, in my heart

Every person I've ever let down

And those I've stuck with, from the very start

I'm someone who holds on for long

I don't ever walk away from anything easily

I cry long after the person I miss is gone

And I don't forget a face, not anybody

These tall and proud mountains that closely surround all of us

They echo lost sounds, glass dreams, and live, golden memories

I know they say the past is past, and to live in it is to distress

But every now and then I feel the past pick up, then fly by like breeze

Call it nostalgia, call it grief, call it something akin to pining

I keep all the recollections safe, in a cushioned and velvet little box

I take them out with care, I take out those dark, I take out those shining

I relive them, both the hurtful and the good, call it a paradox

But I look ahead as well, moving forward is to me no stranger

It's only that it's nice to go back once in a short while

Sometimes I want to stay, sometimes I want to dwell there longer

But whatever is ahead, whether it's joy or heavy trial

I know I cannot pause time, I know I can't give up or slow down

So I keep up with the changes, these turns, this frightening depth

Still all the while keeping what is no more in my arms, holding on

And facing the giants, taking small steps, taking deep breaths

And

Waiting on the dawn

-t.h.
written: 05/12/19

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A/N: Okay, this one also took longer than five minutes. Maybe ten minutes in total, not including the tiny smidge of editing that had to go into it? Haha :)

May you have a blessed day, wherever you are and whatever memories or thoughts continuously run through your mind.