<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/talisman/”>Talisman</a>
I was walking down the memory lane
with trepidation and fear.
Jangling my pocket full of memories to peak and peer.
Long had I dithered taking the half forgotten paths,
Was spooked at the thoughts of old buried wraths.
Kept telling myself, would do it when I had the time to spare,
Alas! With time taking this road I did not dare.
The first memory I pulled out made me
smile with pure joy!
For who can ever forget the mate who shared with you her prized toy?
The next one was smooth and shiny
Because its constantly used
This friend I still call
When I am hurt or confused.
The one that I pull out of pocket now
has rough and jagged ends,
It still hurts to recall the bitter fights
With those who were supposedly friends.
Ah! I so well remember that day,
My sole claim to glory
When I was patted by my teacher
For a well told story.
Ohhh! This one I must confess
Still makes me teary eyed
Cos I was caught and reproached
That one time I had lied!
The pride this one evokes
Believe me is worthy
For I know how I completed
The long cross country.
Along with these, is a handful of sand
Each separate grain imbued,
With the fragrance of mates,
Of every shape and hue.
As I reluctantly consign each memory to my pocket
I now know they are my talisman
To be always worn like a locket.
Gone is the fear and the trepidation
I can go back in time, any time
And come back with elation
Painful memories have been given
A long overdue burial.
Happy memories and revisitation
Will now become a ritual.
I will jauntily walk down the memory lane
Jangling my pocket full of memories without any pain.