Having reached there after a long, hard struggle matters. It matters less that only the way ahead is visible, not the destination. Past experience says trouble can follow again. What if this path is not the right one? Is there an exit option available? Should he consult a few experts before taking the final decision? … Continue reading A step forward
Look what the past dragged in Grains of truth wait to be winnowed Anger grumbles in unvoiced angst Mounds of regret sulk forgotten Apologies lie locked in vaults of silence Nostalgia strokes half a wound Hesitant footsteps shuffle ashamed When blue skies and sunrays unfurl a picnic day We draw the blinds and squander it away
whatever slips awaylike grains of sandas I hold it tightbetween fingersbecomes a storm It returns to tormentto remind everythingleaves an echoin the universe sounds I hearlong after they diepictures I seelong after they fadestashed away somewherein crevices of the mind I stretch the fabric,iron the creases,dust the specks awayyet not sure, ifthey mingle with the … Continue reading Emotions
Paula Light stopped at the house today, and dropped a few wonderful lines in response to RXC#233. I stopped at the house today Couldn’t stay Once a dream Now a nightmare Chaos everywhere Shards of broken promises The click-clack of claws Graffiti-covered walls Vows buried under sand Topped with cigarette butts Read more at https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2022/06/03/promises-end/
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #233 has given us this picture prompt today.
Sands of time, travel seamlessly through each doorway. Where once was a home, now is empty. She blinks. Time, flows, gathers, layer upon layer, until new memories are created.
Past hurt only lingers for a little while, until grains cover each and every piece of pain like a silk blanket. Each strand creating another future. Dreams shift in your mind. All the forgotten thoughts brought together in one memory.
Sometimes Poppy wasn’t sure her memories were real.
Yet, they were all she could hold on to, like grains of sands everything sifted in between the gaps of her fingers. She needed to remember his voice, the way they were in tune with each other. The twin connection and on his last night she felt such rage.
As he breathed his last, after the motorbike crash, there was someone with him.