Hello! The alpaca was intrigued by the title and dragged me here. Good thing the alpaca has a good sense and I was not disappointed by this work. Far from it. The title is indeed something that awakens a deep memory back in the mind. We want to relive it so we replay it in our minds, yet perhaps it's time, maturity, or something else. Well, I must stop babbling and start reviewing.
everything happens
for a reason. that's what
my mother told me the summer
i didn't speak a word to
my father. there is something
beautiful about tragedy:
the sun still shines, she says,
and you shine with it.
This already paints a vivid picture, yet one that provokes more questions. What tragedy is the mom talking about? Why did the narrator avoid speaking to his father? Why did the mother give such advice? At the same time, one can infer that it's summer and the mother is advising her son that everything happens for a reason. Whatever tragedy occurred, he must pick himself up again just like how the sun continues to shine no matter what happens.
it's like i am seven years old again
& the world is only what's
in front of me. i look
in the mirror and see every
version of myself i've ever been.
i see my mother staring back at me.
it's terrifying how people can
change;
This stanza seems to be disorienting. It's like watching something out of a movie where the character snaps back to reality, looking at themselves in the mirror, realizing that their entire life flashed before their eyes because of their deep thought. I wonder if the mom is supposed to be "protagonistic" or antagonistic in this sense of the last lines "it's terrifying how people can change". I wonder if the narrator is despairing at how much he had changed or how he changed into a person like his mother.
my ears pop
& i still see the sun
sneaking through the blinds.
it puts things into perspective.
if i keep running, i think
i'll fall off the face of the earth.
Nature grounds the narrator in reality. If he keeps this up, he would inadvertently fall into a spiral of his own thoughts, being lost in the past, unable to go in. He would find himself falling off the face of the earth, like how a stray leaf flies to wind after being attached to a tire.
Overall, this was a nostalgic bittersweet poem that was well-written.
This is alpacaboss, signing off.
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