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Goodbye, Good Riddance

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  • Goodbye, Good Riddance

    I feel the melodic song
    Of that northern wind
    Saying to me, “the time has come
    To wake from the trance,”

    And with a lump in my throat
    I pick up the pieces;
    Organize them according to value
    And then dispatch them all at once.

    Because a pain stirs
    The vast depths of my soul
    And I see an emptiness
    I did not notice before,

    It says with conviction:
    “It’s time to move on,
    It’s time to end the story,
    It’s time to shut the door,”

    Mainly to respond
    To that bittersweet agony
    Of having to leave
    What I once loved behind,

    And to utter a cry
    To hear fading voices,
    To hide unspoken words,
    To finally: Paint the past blind.

    This time it will not
    be like before,
    No convict memories
    Will again step outside the mind’s vault

    Nor dark shaded daggers
    Will pierce the heart
    Regurgitating the words
    “It was all your fault!”

    For the mind and body
    Have found each other
    At the intersection
    Of motivation and tranquility

    Where the dawn
    Of a new path
    Houses within its premises
    The true keys to life and verity.

    And so, with a shattered smile
    I say on to you
    Past of mine,
    “Thank you for your time

    Good riddance and goodbye
    We must separate now
    For if I were to linger any longer
    Against myself, I’d be committing a crime”

    Carla Luzmila
    Olympia, WA