A bcc to myself

Was that really me,

my crumbling thoughts,

intoxicated cynical assertions?

Pockets of stillness no longer

harbor a pregnant pause

instead bestirs the potential

of emptiness.

Once free-flowing bonds

now chaotic with undulating

patterns.

I suddenly feel my past

a lost alphabet waiting

to be written.

Methinks, tis time for all

mankind to question your maps,

your destinations and know

what your dreams are.

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #112

Fae Corps – November Writing Prompts – your dreams are – Day 8 prompt

-Eugenia

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