Someday, somehow, somewhere

Someday I may move past this,
shed these thousand thorns of regret.
Till then I need to bleed some more,
move though no course seems set.

Someday when my feet feel freer,
no longer burdened  by bitter betrayal,
my hands may yet write lighter lines,
a happy end etched to this tragic tale.

Somehow she may see me smiling,
with these lips left cracked by frost.
Shall I see her smiling back at me,
my great good girl gone, girl lost?

Somehow her hands may find me,
each embracing we would hug.
We will shed sadness, suffering,
cast aside with simple shrug.

Somewhere she is out there,
does she  sit sadly thinking of me?
Haunted by merry memories
of how happy we used to be?

Somewhere near yet out of reach,
– can’t hear, can’t see, can’t touch.
Does she sense how much I miss her?
Good girl gone I miss so much!

Someday I may move past this, shed these thorns of regret.
But not today, not here, not now.
Someday soon?

…Not yet.

Copyright © 2016 Philip Craddock. All rights reserved.

5 thoughts on “Someday, somehow, somewhere

    1. Thank you for your feedback. 🙂 When you have time, you may like one of the short stories I wrote a while ago: “Men of the House” (see

      Although I thought it was equally as well written as “Beauty Fades From the Train” (see, it never received anywhere near as many “Likes” due to it being more uncomfortable and painful to read. From your feedback, I’m hoping that won’t be an issue for you & you may get something out of the story.

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  1. Sure – loved Beauty Fades! The storyline is a bit more chronological than your introspective Men of the House. But I do like the juxtaposition of your innocent child against the grey ghosts. Keep at it 🙂

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