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OF THINGS, BEGUN..

Eyelids flutter open

Daylight floods in, too bright.

Eyes seek the dark.

No, the light is not to blame

It is warm, refreshing, breezy.

Yet its arrival weighs down

The fragile euphoria of a new day.
Yes, a new day…

But with stale emotions and familiar demons.

A new day filled with memories

Memories, a double-edged sword.

A blessing and a curse.

A sibling to feelings,

A cousin to emotions.

For where memories fade,

Their kin remain.
Memories of lost love.

Memories of missed chances.

Regrets and yearnings of the past.

Fears and uncertainties of what’s to come.

Of things lovable and unlovable.

Of words spoken and left unsaid.

Of deeds done and undone.

Of the known and the unknown.
The realization of being stuck.

The weight of weakness.

The sinking feeling of helplessness

Trapped in an existence

You wish to escape unscathed.
A reality…

An existence you never asked for.

A life forced upon, yet strangely coveted.

The same routines, the same ache.

Of hurt and of healing.

Of time’s soothing balm and the scars it leaves.

Of self-reproach and fleeting appreciation.

Of hope and whispered prayers.

Of confidence and chance.

Of fate and of God.