Retreats

Struggling with forgetfulness

Photo by ikkilostd

Glimmers of confusion, longing danced, 
as if she were constantly reaching out 
for something just beyond her grasp.

Each morning, a world both 
strange and familiar with whispers 
slipping away, their essence dissolving.

In quiet moments of the day, 
she often retreated into the 
recesses of her mind. 

There, she found solace in familiar 
melodies of favorite songs, 
even if she couldn't recall lyrics. 

She would gaze out the window, 
captivated by the ever-changing 
colors of the sky.

Her mind suspended in a moment of fleeting beauty.

Finding joy in simple pleasures:
a loved one's touch, a gentle breeze,
bridging her present and past.

Amidst the labyrinth of her mind
her spirit shines, her essence intact,
even in the depths of forgetfulness.

Author’s Note

Thanks to

Alexander Semenyuk

(Lighthouse) for inspiring this poem with his prompt on memory/remembering. I initially wrote the four middle stanzas and later added the first two and last two stanzas.

Credits for photos used in the video I created (with the help of Canva) to introduce this post on Instagram and other social media, go to ikkilostd, Rasika , and INTAN.

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