At times, it's silent—yet a volcano stirs in my chest. I wonder if memories were perfectly stored, Would life become a burden too heavy to bear?
When a presence fades it slips through our fingers like sand, Every day, as new grain settle in, they remain If we remembered Every single thread, Held too tightly Wouldn't life be miserable?
To forget is a blessing, Allowing us to move forward, To continue breathing, While some memories are the very breath we take
Flowing in front of our eyes, For a moment deeply running in our blood never replaced
Little by little,
Our memories dim,
Dimmed by nature’s
Subtleness
Leaving us with flashbacks—
In fragments where emotions
linger, where we imagine
and remember
A gift of their imperfection as a reminder of what was!
_Thank you for reading🌻
such a beautiful poem, I just came across your page, this is so good 💜
Beautifully written