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Less you, More me

January 14, 2016

From above if you were watching through

a fine telescope

my wise ass remarks

would help you to understand

that it means nothing

to die. One life to create memories,

one breath to forget. Then Alzheimer

kicks  you and sets you on fire

with nonsense. I try to laugh

to cover up my turmoil of

uneasiness at these awkward situations

when the brain ceases to speak,

when the mind is muddled with

words you never thought

would make you cry.

 

Hold on 

to that patience, you will need it.

 

There was a time I lost everything in you.

Now I speak to my soul and repeat

less you, more me.

All this to convince myself that I still matter

somehow, before the memories fade

or the cancer grows

or the breasts disappear.

It’s Hawaiian day at work

and I will wear my hula

tell all the teachers how I appreciate

their soul

hug a child

and try to forget about the telescope.

 

Hold on to your soul,

you will need it. 

 

Christina Strigas

Comments:

26

  1. You can let go of many things….but never let go of your soul.

    1. Chrissy says:

      it’s been known to happen lol

      1. Hell…maybe that’s what’s wrong with me and I just don’t know it. 🙂

  2. Christina, the feels…. Oh my goodness. Woman, your writing is otherwordly good… Damn.. ❤❤❤

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you Soeline, love your visits xx

  3. Haunting. Alzheimer’s is such an insidious disease.

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you Tosha, yes it is, lived through its pain

      1. Sorry. I went through it with my grandmother. I feel for you

        1. Chrissy says:

          my mother-in-law, thank you deeply x

  4. Erika Kind says:

    Yes… hold on! Fantastic poem, Chrissy!

    1. Chrissy says:

      Thank you shatzi xx appreciate it, this one seems to have touched many people. so glad you think so too

  5. Eric says:

    The water is so damn deep. <3 <3 <3 <3 Love your words and you, Poetess.

  6. I watch . . . through the telescope and I see you grow.

  7. EDC Writing says:

    The way you think in words makes me think for real guess that’s why I always read you.

    1. Chrissy says:

      That’s something! I love that!

  8. Powerful. Another good one.

  9. Geo Sans says:

    are our memories
    who we are
    ~
    a theft
    breaking bonds
    waves expanding circles

    1. Chrissy says:

      we take our memories and analyze and reconstruct til there is nothing left and if you are a poet, you really deconstruct them until the memory turns into another one with each passing poem

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