Her troubled eyes
gaze at the ground
revealing one who
has not found peace
in this harsh world.
She is tortured
by her memories
rushing in then out
of her unquiet mind
the good times
unrecoverable
the bad times
scarring her still.
Forget the past
her friends tell her
live in the present
look forward
not backward
things done are done
and of this brooding
nothing will be won.
Oh, for God’s sake
let the poor soul be I say
for erasing her memories
would be like taking away
the waves from the sea.
~Ian Fletcher
Cardiff, South Wales