Remnants of Loss

Remnants of Loss
by John A. Pewitt

Remnants of loss remain.
The troubled summer marking another year since your passing.
The harsh, bitter heat burning down into the soul, re-igniting painful memories of loss and heartache.
The cool breeze of autumn riding in on summer's coat tails, chasing away the blistering heat and the ache within the soul.
Bringing with it a sense of peace and renewal to the unsettled spirit.
Life continues on, pulling us along willingly or unwillingly.
Uncontrollable, it will not be denied.
Time heeds no master and answers to none.
Of it's own accord, truly, time heals wounds.

Unfixable

by John A. Pewitt

An innocent child you can love,
but in a growing child you only find fault.
You use the world love, but the child sees only judgment.
You can take no delight in the child, it is broken.
The child grows, afraid to be,
locking away the soul in a prison of silence.
Always holding the key, but too afraid to use it.
Unwilling to accept, what you showed such disdain.
Spending life looking for escape from body and mind.
Always wishing, always dreaming of being someone else.
Never watching the road ahead, but always looking back hoping the truth will never catch up.
Feeling unloved and unloveable,
always pushing away, never embracing life and love.
Never letting anyone inside, lest they see,
the small child locked away so long ago.