Poem-

Sometimes memories are like metal fans.
With each blade sharpened-
They aren’t beckoning you
They are pushing you away-
When you reach for them
You are cut, again-
Leaving you reeling
Running from closet to bedsheets
to where you no longer
own your memories

-M. Taggart

 

 

18 thoughts on “Poem-

  1. Lol, I should have read this yesterday so I was reminded not to look back and reach out to those darn memories. Great post as always.

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