Forgotten Memories of Tomorrow

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d mind. Frostbitten fears tremble at a fire without heat lapis lazuli flame hindsight where harrowing stories dance asking me to stay pleading me to fade like those clouds, watching life float away with an eagles longing eye. I know the mirror whirls me in the past as that reflection upon the pond, is but time’s last gasp. I know these things like I know why you left I know these things like a widow knows the casket I feel it all, nights stretched to their place of ruin. But I’ve forgotten the prose and poetry I’ve forgotten the hope and serenity the equations writ in dust I know self-organization brought to its tipping point as hollow thunder cackled the tundra did bring the last ash tree, to abide. Through it all I’ve forgotten how to sing to dance, to reach again for twilight’s enigmatic wonders riddles wrapped in plain sig

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ht. I’ve forgotten the hero’s plight, but never will I forget again that I make my own light in the valleys of loss.</p><p id="81b6">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="067e">If you enjoyed this story, you might also enjoy:</p><div id="3eab" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-vale-between-worlds-fa0cef127226"> <div> <div> <h2>The Vale Between Worlds</h2> <div><h3>A poem about actualizing the potential of every moment</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*zLv1ooyOF5kKVXen)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about the cyclic nature of life

I’ve forgotten how to find myself, I lost it somewhere in those creased pages, of old books that speak of loneliness as if it were the elixir of life; yet I’m still dying, aren’t I? Where the ending was torn out wandering down reverse pathways to doors, I dare not open to haunted hallways, I dare not walk. That blanket lost its warmth worked themselves to the bone, blood, and mind. Frostbitten fears tremble at a fire without heat lapis lazuli flame hindsight where harrowing stories dance asking me to stay pleading me to fade like those clouds, watching life float away with an eagles longing eye. I know the mirror whirls me in the past as that reflection upon the pond, is but time’s last gasp. I know these things like I know why you left I know these things like a widow knows the casket I feel it all, nights stretched to their place of ruin. But I’ve forgotten the prose and poetry I’ve forgotten the hope and serenity the equations writ in dust I know self-organization brought to its tipping point as hollow thunder cackled the tundra did bring the last ash tree, to abide. Through it all I’ve forgotten how to sing to dance, to reach again for twilight’s enigmatic wonders riddles wrapped in plain sight. I’ve forgotten the hero’s plight, but never will I forget again that I make my own light in the valleys of loss.

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