My Memory

My memory is of pain, suffering, broken heart

is all I have.  I am lonely,  frightened, some would

characterize me as insane as I drown myself in sorrow.

Everything I do relies on my memory.  Something appears…

A pure white feather of a dove glowing in the midst darkness.

It is the glimmer of hope reminding me life was not always full of sorrow.

In the depths of my unconscious I recall dreams of prosperity,

hopes of love finding me, and fears of never succeeding.

Life is not over, just beginning and I am becoming conscious

of what I already am.

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