It isn’t simple
Resurrecting love
Indignation becomes
A dull ache of regret
A wearied tremble of
Misunderstood longing
A thick copse of
Bewilderment
Empty branches
Still stretching out
For a future
That was once sketched
In fertile soil
An orchard
Illustrated
By seedlings
Dreaming grandly
Beyond the pots that held
Us
Too many
Harsh winters
Faded that blueprint
Narrowing our landscape
Refusing our achy demands
For that which
Nurtures
That which
The earth itself
Should feed us
If only we could revert
To those beatific
Youths with
Dreams bigger than worries
Lust thicker than monotony
Joy brighter than resentment
No
Reversion can only be
Granted to
More simplistic things
Than love
If you wish to remain
A new plan
Must be formed
Reinvention
Instead of
Reversion
A task that seems beyond
My withered old tree
Roots too tangled
To turn his face to
The rising sun
But as I tug and
Shift to free myself
I feel the heat
And glory of
The sunrise before me
Combined with
The sweet warm
Memories
At my back
And wonder
How long could I
Linger
Between the two?
Could I
Reinvent
Reversion?
MelDouleur.com 
Hugs Missy. I know exactly how you feel and many others do also. I always enjoy your talented writing
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Thank you, Sir. I’m sure many, many people feel this at some point. I appreciate you commenting! ❤
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Beautiful, deep, personal and soulful. One may not be able to “Reinvent Reversion”, however one may learn how to renew while bending towards the sun
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This is powerful, thought provoking, and beautifully written. I once heard a quote that stuck with me–“Our memories should never be greater than our dreams.” Your roots are stronger and deeper providing a foundation for greater dreams than ever before…be it the challenge of future reinvented or past brought into the new light with you.
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Thank you Michael! It’s nice to see you back.
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Thanks Mel, glad to see you are still here sharing your magic! 🙂
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