Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Requiem For A Memory

We hold fast to our old hurts
Like barnacles to a ship,
And they will not heal until
We loose our deathly grip.

Those wounds carried on our souls
That burn and fester so deep,
Ever present they abide
And they hold the tears we weep.

What do you gain to carry
That pain for so many years,
But strife and weary worry
That serves to hold back your tears?

To forget a painful past
Is not such an easy thing,
But which is a worthwhile task
For just the peace it may bring.

There’s no future set in stone,
No life etched in granite deep,
That we cannot choose to change
But that we must choose to keep.


October 28, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,


  1. I was hooked immediately by the metaphor of barnacles. Good one!

    Comment by thebardonthehill | October 28, 2013 | Reply

    • Thank you!

      Comment by Brady | October 28, 2013 | Reply

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