i find myself there
too many times
finally recognizing
that’s no place to live
there are a few
great moments
but pain permeates
the past intrinsically
and then i come
to terms within
identity starts to
crumble away
like grains of sand
slipping through fingers
and the past
becomes something
different
something less concrete
less real to me
now the past
is as it is
but i cannot
hold those memories
anymore
because when i do
remember them…
i can no longer
grasp them…
they turn into smoke!
peace and blessings!
