Transition
by rebeccaMpells
Listen for the voices urging us heave
quieten the whispers of they who leave.
Those memories which sear recall with care
a wound opened, too sore to bear.
Afraid to forget, moments linger still
tempting and taunting as dreams beyond will.
Nothing to trust but the beckoning haul
of voices and future yet to call.
Beautiful post!
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Thank you !
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Welcome!
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So beautifully you’ve captured the dilemma of transition in the lines
‘Afraid to forget, moments linger still
tempting and taunting as dreams beyond will.’
Loved it Rebecca.
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Glad you like it Somali. I seem to do a great deal of transitioning! Thank you for stopping by 🙂
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No wonder you’ve nailed it so well. 🙂
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