Seemed like the right time to share this, as the coat’s come out again. The Easter feeling is early, as I’ve said before. This is an older poem (written last month, but not posted ’til now) which still reflects some of ‘those’ feelings.
I wear it like an overcoat,
Escaping definition, it eludes me still
I have owned this coat for five years
I used to wear it every day
But I don’t any more – I carry it
With me as a mark of who I’ve been
I’m no longer that person
But still I keep the coat
I guess I bought it when I met you.
You didn’t like it, said it didn’t suit me.
Still, I’ve kept the coat
I knew I’d wear it one day
Grudgingly I shrugged it on
Four Easters ago.
Maybe this year, I’ll ditch the coat.
It’s not the coat that holds the memories
they’re part of me, though my mind
had until recently locked the door
Now I’ve found the key.
Wishing you all peace and strength on your journeys,