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.