12/20/2014
Sometimes when things don't work out
When you sit and wonder what was your life all about
Over the years you collect all of your dreams
Mementos, bits of lace, nondescript things
For years through our lawyers the battle I fought
I want my things, my pictures, my dreams I sought
The belongings are mine, I've collected them all
I left everything behind when I took that big fall
What use will he have for my high school scrap book
He doesn't know what those pictures mean when he takes a look
There's pictures of my relatives that were very dear to me
Things that are important, relevant to my family tree
He has them all in the garage in a big cardboard box
I need them back now for memories they unlock
The list he has, things I made a request
Let me have some of them back, a few things at best
The call came in, my things have been delivered in a truck
I silently cry what wondrous luck
I call my friend Kathi to say my past is here
Come right away to see, touch things I hold dear
But, when we arrive I can't believe my eyes
There's a huge moving van of gigantic size
All these things don't all belong to me
Did he just clean out his house, now that he's free
Well, we'll build a fire out back in the night
Burn everything that isn't mine, I guess it's my right
I keep handing my friend, things to throw in the fire
My past goes up in flames, ashes, embers flying higher
As the hours pass my spirit starts to fly
I've faced my past and confronted it eye to eye
The pain that I had felt, not quite sure what it meant
Was now going up in flames, the smoke heaven sent
Just for a moment I stop to watch the flames dance
Standing in that field, frozen in a trance
These things I had kept and refused to release
Were leaving me now, alone, finally at peace.
During the holidays people don't think much of the depression and pain. Stay in Faith. You are not alone.
Phyllis
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