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 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 Pozo Insuasti is a writer and archeologist. Read more of her writings at the Empty Page section of http://www.therealmofthesoul.com