A Romanticized Past

 
There is an ecstasy in the grief of yesterday’s fractured delights
As if longing to relive the nearly forgotten downtrodden pain
The realistic becomes a romanticized past fully idealized
Wrapped up in a sweet torture of both dignity and shame
 
I put the needle down as the vinyl spins round and round
Tones and notes rock the soul but soften this old heart of stone
A diversity of emotions reconvene in a magnificent discord
Tugging at the strings of time and memory, of flesh and bone
 
It’s a sweet reminder of the ups and downs, joys and burdens  
The vulnerable stages and unstable phases of battles fought
The losses, the heartaches, everything that makes us human
The lessons taught to us by life, whether we liked them or not
 
The older I get the more I remember wistfully, emphatically
About the path taken, about who I’ve become in this journey
Hoping I’ve grown from yesterday’s sorrow and through to tomorrow
Because that’s what melancholy and beautiful sadness means to me