Written July 22, 2023 For Writing Challenge – M Words Contest Sponsor, Constance La France
Within our minds resides the gift of thought which actively commands us every day; but also is a reservoir, well-wrought- filled up with memories we stow away. And like a theater, we can visit them by choice, or often they come forth by chance; awake, or in our sleep state during rem- our memories unwind as sudden trance. Our retrospects bear episodes of life from recent pasts and those of long ago; some stored in pain- but others, fully rife to reminisce as welcomed afterglow. So blessed are memories that can unfold to waken in our thoughts- again to hold.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2023
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