I Remember
Poem
By:Jim Gandolf
©️12222025
The weight of what they did is not a ghost,
A trick of light, or something you misread.
Don’t let the world play kind and hollow host,
By smoothing over words they shouldn't have said.
It wasn't chance, a stumble, or a slip,
No fog of mind or accidental blow.
They held the map, the rudder, and the ship;
They saw the jagged rocks that lay below.
They weighed the cost, the silence, and the sting,
They measured out the bruise you’d have to bear.
They knew the jagged edge of every thing,
And in that knowledge, left the poison there.
So hold the truth—it isn't yours to hide,
Or wash away in waves of soft regret.
To "take it personally" is to side
With what is real, and hasn't faded yet.
Jim Gandolf
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