A Gossamer Web
Memories, like silken threads spinning in my head.
Intricately woven like a beautiful gossamer web.
Life's precious gifts to have and to hold.
Those to sustain me as I grow old.
So many years of gathering them close to my heart.
How can I now tell myself to tear them apart?
I must erase them, they are no longer what I need.
For my salvation, reality has to take the lead.
Their significance in my life must shrink and die,
for now they represent nothing more than a lie.
My task, to rewrite history, impossible to do.
If I do nothing, I will deny the truth that I knew.
The question I ask myself, can I survive?
Can I start anew, keeping my heart, my will alive?
To completely destroy all thoughts of the life that I knew,
Could it possibly destroy all that is left of me too?
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2018
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