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