Memories,
Sharp as glass
Pass before my eyes.
Sit, Sift, Let go.
Let it go,
Release them into
the universe.
No longer a part of me.
They leave me, these memories.
Painful and jagged.
Old memories,
Old hurts,
Replaced now by new ones.
Better ones.
Breathing, Reflecting, Searching.
No more running.
Sharp as glass
Pass before my eyes.
Sit, Sift, Let go.
Let it go,
Release them into
the universe.
No longer a part of me.
They leave me, these memories.
Painful and jagged.
Old memories,
Old hurts,
Replaced now by new ones.
Better ones.
Breathing, Reflecting, Searching.
No more running.
1 comment:
No more running. Seems like hoping, I meant hopping ;-) from one stone to another, from one side of the creek to the other shore. Yes, hop is a good thing ;-) ' "Hop" is a tattered flag and a dream of time'.
Sound profound and beautiful: now is mine too. Thanks.
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