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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: March 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama ******************* Lost in the frozen haze of a bygone era. are recoupable if you can. climb out of the haze of despair, Beyond the places where I walk and linger, I often feel grumpy— anxious and ready to leave. I have become accustomed to a life that comes to me, but I don't step out with confidence as much as I once did. Rather, I prefer the familiar. carving it deep into my memory, to ensure I don't fade away. After all, what exists without memory? a compilation of memories summoned to mind. a frozen mist induces, drifts and delays. The head hunches as hopeful ears strain to sense. faint frosty fragments floundering in the glary glitter. of icy imprints impeding their progress. bouncing boldly in the pinball pandemonium. The moments of yesterday— even those from just an hour ago— slip away, lacking shape and substance, unless I call them back to mind. Life seems to fade as I sit in front of a calendar, counting the years that seem to disappear and confronting the void spaces where time must have passed. I attempt to recall Everything I have done, the places I have explored, and the people I have met. Everything feels incomplete unless I can revisit those memories, If I forget that I exist, would I simply drift away, without even noticing? Ah, the irony of it all. It’s crucial to find humor even as parts of me crumble and scatter in all directions.
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