Memory draws us downward

a slow spiral

as in dreams

beyond loss

into simplicity

viewed through a veil of roses


The known is our safety

and our stopping point

miring us in the past

making our climb

into today

ever steeper


It seduces us

with what was

and who we once were

until we sink further still

into windowless rooms

that hide us


Each day

we have to resist

all of the laws

of emotional gravity

to reach who we are

and the gift

of who we are meant

to be ~ Caroline A. Slee




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