Weak Spots Xxii
When recurring dreams
Take you back to that moment of
Growing up—living that younger mind,
Where you first loved—first feared,
Breathing in purpose that is now past
Nostalgic aromas pervade the nostrils,
Taking form in memories—
Child body and voice—inventive mind,
Tracing scent-filled reminiscence
Into some dark place,
Where dark deeds birthed,
Where perhaps enlightenment came
At a strange hour of surrender
Into some dark place,
That haunts the subconscious yet still—
Traumas and miracles weaving your life
From the moment you screamed Born
Until breath too is a memory
That that present inhales
2.22.20
Note: I've been dreaming a lot of the house I grew up in. From all the people I have spoken to, this seems to be a common thing. I wanted to emphasize my weakness of the past. My mind is glued to it—both fascinated and traumatized by it.
~Laura
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2021
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