Retracing Paths
Revisiting Pasts
Reviewing Mistakes
Straightening the crooks
Filling up trash bags
Of unwanted goods.
In memories drawers,
Sit Antiques, collecting dust.
Funny bones giggle
Bumping into unphased clutter
Nostrils wiggle
At the overworked duster.
Fingers putter through pages,
Unedited Manuscripts
Incomplete stories
Unwritten chapters
Overcome with an urge
To edit, redo or undo.
A gentle voice sings out
"This is you, All of YOU.
In your glory and despair
In your ascent and repair."
Acceptance, a soothing balm
In a House of calm.
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4 comments:
And you are wonderful, Rashmi!
Love,
your sister
You, beautiful you... gilt with gold... (dust yourself off, too..then look in the mirror and see how you shine)
I really like all the movement in this.
Reminds of of how short life is, making time for the things that matter the most, thanks for being my friend Rashmi.
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