Letting Go

I grasp crisp sheets of ink stained papers between my scratched and bleeding hands. This quiet testimony of my fractured past guides dying memories to time's eternal sands. The ageless wind softly rustles the pages, prying yesterday's news from my sad fingers. Although magical sounds invade my ears, the spun images of treasured time lingers. The warm rays of the golden sun stroke the care worn curves of my face. My salt flavored lips kiss the empty air, while my tongue still speaks of yesterday's place. Today's beauty brushes against my frail eyelashes, freeing me from the rusty chains of my past. My frightened mind begins the journey of letting go, trading old treasures for tomorrow's uncertain cast.