In Memorium

“O say does that star spangled banner yet wave, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

I woke up at 7am on Memorial Day to the sight and sound of pouring rain, and instantly was struck with an inspiration for this poem.

I want to take a minute to thank all of the veterans and currently serving soldiers, as well as their families for what they have gone through, are going through, or what may come.  My dad was once a marine and I have several generations of military servicemen in my genes. But I couldn’t imagine losing someone to war. Thank you for your sacrifices and for remaining strong through all of the hardships. It is truly so appreciated, and know that you have so many people walking behind you on this journey.

On this day

Even God sheds tears for

The men and women who fought,

Who died,

To uphold the freedom of their nation.

These men and women paid the ultimate price, to protect,

To serve,

And to give future generations

A place to call home.

Soldiers lost their lives.

Families lost their mothers and fathers,

Brothers and sisters,

Sons and daughters,

Wives and husbands.

All of them are heroes.

All of them deserved better.

And all of them are remembered,

Honored, and loved.

On this day,

The people of this nation

Weep for those who’ve gone.

And God weeps for those they left behind.

This Town

This poem pretty much speaks for itself… Enjoy.

 

I stood for many sunsets on this roof,

watching the golden horizon exchange for the blue-black darkness of night.

I made more plays than I can count

on that softball field the next generation practices on.

There’s the cinema I worked in,

now owned by a new company.

This is where the local theatre used to be,

where I performed before it was shut down.

This place holds so many things.

My memories. My family. My childhood.

Unfortunately in this new chapter of my life,

there is no room in my mind for

this small town.

It has given me everything it could

but now it’s just not enough.

I don’t want to live and die

in this same Central Pennsylvanian lifestyle.

I want to broaden my mind.

I want to see the world.

I don’t want to constantly walk

on eggshells, pretending to be friends

with people who

ridiculed me

and treated me like I was nothing,

which is what I was until now.

Thank you, small town, for getting me here,

and thank you for your hospitality.

But I’m going onward and upward.

To new, and much greater things.

All my love,

Corrine.

 

Oblivion

This is a poem I wrote, again, in my high school creative writing class. This one is more morbid than the last, but it is a truth we all come to realize at one point or another. I’m currently reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, a book in which the characters face what could potentially be their last two months of life. The book is told from several points of view. Some try to avoid thinking about the inevitable, while others embrace it and do things they never would have done before. Wallach’s novel has reminded me of this poem, and I thought I would share it with my blog. Think, enjoy, discover yourself! All my love, Corrine.

I like to believe I do not fear death,

As everyone else does I’m sure.

But a small piece in the back of my mind

Cringes at the sound of the word.

The truth of the matter is

Everyone, at some point, fears death.

Why is that?

Why is it that we fear life’s grand finale?

Perhaps it’s the unknown,

Or leaving loved ones behind,

Or oblivion.

Whatever the reason, one thing is certain:

Everyone, no matter how tough,

Or strong,

Or brave,

fears an inevitable death.

 

Find Your Space

“Find your place of peace and carry it with you always.” -Unknown

I was always very independent. Typically, I opted to spend my days in my bedroom at home, reading books, listening to music, or watching my favorite movie for the hundredth time over going out with friends. It didn’t bother me much, I preferred to be left to myself and my thoughts. My parents were more concerned than I was.

My mom and dad would tell me, what seemed like every other day, to go out or call a friend asking them to come over. My usual answer was, “No, I’m good,” and oftentimes I was. I was unconcerned with the fact that I wasn’t considered popular, I had few friends I actually enjoyed talking to, and I was alone. I was content to be on my own. My parents understand for the most part, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t afraid for me. They told me if I don’t want to be around other people, I should at least have a place I can go to let what troubles me fall away. I took this advice in stride.

For those who haven’t been to Central Pennsylvania, most of it is farmland and in the center is the oddly small capital of Pennsylvania, Harrisburg. Living in a small town means that there really aren’t many things to do or places to go. Sure we have Hersheypark and other entertainment, but it was a bit of a drive if you wanted to get almost anywhere. It was a miracle that I even found a lonely horse trail hidden in the heart of Pinchot State Park.

Funny, this place is perfect for me. Isolated, barely used to its full potential, often forgotten.

The hardest part is finding the entrance. On the right of a main road, just past a seemingly ancient cemetery, is a narrow path surrounded by foliage. It’s difficult to see that this path can fit a car, and it is difficult to fit a 2003 Ford Expedition through it. Once found though, the rest is fairly simple. A walkway leading down a steep hill beckons me to draw closer. I’m long past the point of hesitation to comply. Banking right at the lake, I can hear the splashing of water. Then I see it, my favorite place.

Tucked away from the lake, the nook holds tumbled rocks with water running over them. This place looks like something out of a movie, but you won’t see cameras here. I jump from rock to rock to get to the other side of the brook, where a thin path awaits. I continue walking until I get to my special place. Three rocks jut out from the lapping water. I jump on the first two to get to the third, the farthest into the water.

I don’t know what it is about water that I am drawn to. No matter if it’s an ocean, a river, or a lake. I always want to be near it. Maybe it’s the calm sound of shifting liquid. Perhaps the smell of the salty or sweet air. I am unsure. All I know is that it is one of the only places where I can think clearly and be on my own.

I like to think about the concepts of life, love, friendship, anything really that comes to mind. I take the book in the picture above with me when I come here. I write down all the ideas, thoughts, and sometimes poems in my little, poorly bound notebook. It’s cleansing to be able to let loose the jumble going on inside my head. There’s no need for someone else to entertain. No need for worry. No need for interaction with others. I am able to just lose myself in the wind whistling through the trees and the ripples on the water. I give my attention over to the wildlife, watching every movement and wondering why things are what they are.

I guess a scientist’s brain never loses an opportunity to conduct an analysis or question the laws of nature, but I don’t mind much. I’m used to overthinking and overanalyzing everything, but here, I am doing both in a more relaxed way.

Finding a place to be free from the stresses of civilization and society is so important for having a healthy mind. We all need a little peace at some point. I carry that overgrown horse trail in Pinchot with me everywhere I go, for that is where my best thoughts can be found.

All My Love,

Corrine.