On Dusk’s Shoulders

The day’s events gallop away into twilight, leaving a sparkling sky for me to meditate on.

I sink into slumber inviting dreams, but something hangs heavy on a tired shoulder.  A few thoughts failed to make the cut and did not dissolve in dusk. They appear to be desperately calling for attention, despite being pushed away again and again.

They metamorphose into memories before I call the therapist and want to fuel my future plans.

I don’t like it this way, but where and how do I dump the past?

I’d like to wake up in a fresh, untainted dawn.


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16 thoughts on “On Dusk’s Shoulders

    1. There is a NLP technique of imagining the scene playing on a TV set. You gradually dim the image, turn it black and white, imagine the TV getting lashed by rains and showing a blurred screen – all in the imagination till you weaken the memory. It may not get completely erased.

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