There comes a time in our lives when we all must say goodbye to a part of ourselves. Some have an easier time with it than others. You bring beauty to that part that will be gone forever, for we can never truly go back to being who we once were.
"She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending."
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
Thanks be to all that replied. It's true that I can't go back which is why I said Goodbye, wistfully but Goodbye nonetheless.
Nan, I write Dark because that is mostly all I know. I've had few pleasant experiences in life compared to the number that cause me pain. I will try to write a lighter piece once I perfect each format, just for you.
The other day, someone brought one of your first postings up to the top of the heap. I read it again and saw that you have grown as a poet and a person since you first arrived. It seems to me that you have gotten better - you certainly are trying more styles! It shows that you care about your craft and it's presentation. Congratulations! (I liked this poem and hope your goodbye to that darker side of you is not too painful).