Items hold memory.
They represent moments in life,
Both positive and negative, tangible items a way to feel the past.
Letting go.
A way to release the memory.
Some to be cherished, protected,
Others better destroyed, taken from sight.
To let go is to move forward.
......
I stand on a bridge overlooking Perdition
I built this bridge with my own miserable spackle.
A terrible concoction of my own hand.
I lean over the banister-
There is no banister.
Falling.
Falling for an indeterminable and instantaneous epoch
I’m plunged into writhing, rope-burned extremities.
They poke and prod.
......
I stand on a bridge overlooking Perdition
I built this bridge with my own miserable spackle.
A terrible concoction of my own hand.
I lean over the banister-
There is no banister.
Falling.
Falling for an indeterminable and instantaneous epoch
I’m plunged into writhing, rope-burned extremities.
They poke and prod.
......
Items hold memory.
They represent moments in life,
Both positive and negative, tangible items a way to feel the past.
Letting go.
A way to release the memory.
Some to be cherished, protected,
Others better destroyed, taken from sight.
To let go is to move forward.
......