Memories on my mind…

merging, converging…never in a line.

Stagger through, sometimes cower

Always searching for the tower..

…of power fit to see through…

…to the new okay, not okay, just new…

..sprayed to the wind..as if on display..

…misery..to hope..uncertainty..to acceptance..

..back again. Always again…

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Submitted as part of The Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic Week 12

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