Poem: Home For the Holidays

It’s like revisiting a memory that isn’t quite yours anymore.

It’s taken a life of it’s own, and the real people in it have changed for the worst,

and I’m left wondering,

merely observing,

the many yesterdays left behind.

 

I wouldn’t go as far to say that it’s sad.

But it’s…

Well, it’s not my memory anymore.

 

It’s a house that has been left unattended for many years.

The owners come back not quite sure if this is the house that belongs to them,

or,

if in fact,

they belong to the house anymore.

 

Perhaps that is what has changed.

I don’t belong to this memory anymore.

I’m looking at it with the eyes of a child in a “grown-up” body.

It’s what happens when you don’t want to see things for what they are,

because you are afraid of viewing those that you love in any other way–

When you belonged to the memory,

and the memory belonged to you.

 

This poem examines how we feel returning home -- to places full of memories and yet we don't feel like we belong any longer.

Vanelis Rivera is a Caribbean girl and embodiment of Shakespeare’s, “And though she be but little, she is fierce” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream III.ii.335). She was born in a hospital that faces the Atlantic Ocean in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, and was raised on the island of St. Croix. An unruly spirit and wayward heart keeps her mind in search of existential wonder. She currently teaches English at the University of Louisiana at Monroe. In the midst of bayou living, she maintains a dedicated yoga and meditative practice, as well as making time to make “big magic” in her film and writing projects. You can fall down the rabbit hole with this spunky yogi on social media or email her at unrulyfoto@gmail.com.

Vanelis Rivera

Vanelis Rivera is a Caribbean girl and embodiment of Shakespeare’s, “And though she be but little, she is fierce” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream III.ii.335). She was born in a hospital that faces the Atlantic Ocean in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, and was raised on the island of St. Croix. An unruly spirit and wayward heart keeps her mind in search of existential wonder. She currently teaches English at the University of Louisiana at Monroe. In the midst of bayou living, she maintains a dedicated yoga and meditative practice, as well as making time to make “big magic” in her film and writing projects. You can fall down the rabbit hole with this spunky yogi on social media or email her at unrulyfoto@gmail.com.

2 thoughts on “Poem: Home For the Holidays

  • December 28, 2016 at 11:22 am
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    Lovely. This does such a good job of capturing the weird disconnection from “home” that many of us feel.thia time.of year.

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    • December 28, 2016 at 11:52 am
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      Thank you for your feedback Pam 😀

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