As I stand at the cusp,
I pause and think.
What had gone by,
Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind’s eye.
Those buried dreams,those inane desires,
Those silly joys,
Long gone and dead,
Caught in life’s mesh,
Now get a whiff of life,
Make tarried movements,
As they rouse from their hoary slumber.
I reminisce our camaraderie,
How we wove ivory castles,
That blew away,
With the gusts of life’s tempests.
They are just relics,
Consigned to the recesses deep inside.
I fondly hold on to them,
For that is all I have of what I wanted,
And still want.
As I stand at the cusp,
I wonder if they shall see the light of day.
I hope for that tomorrow to come,
But I wonder if that tomorrow will come!
Via: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/07/jusjojan-prompt-the-7th-caught/
It will it will! 💜
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Hoping always
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