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Written for Daniel Henry Rodgers prompt "Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future."
I stay situated upon an antique dusty leather chair as the scent of incense invokes snippets of half-written pages from my past... thunder gently rolls in from the yonder while I dive deeper into the ramshackle that was my life.... forty past midnight hauntingly strikes three times on a cracked clock~ symbolic I sense middle age is coldly creeping in... my home is deafening still only the occasional sound of the hum of the refrigerator trauma-fueled dread has kept me internally isolated yet I am not truly alone... could I have found inherent happiness If I had soothed beastly wounds before they festered? is there still time to clear out this dominating infection and suture the lacerations before my existence turns to dust~ when my fate’s threads are finally cut and the last flicker of light dies out from my corporeality? I want to know that I tasted euphoric ecstasy, for we have no idea What our afterlife’s future holds. .. I think it’s time for me to ultimately shake off these stagnant bones embrace trepidation sink into restorative shadow work, let my walls finally crumble~ and move into my tomorrows with an emotional tabula rasa.

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Date: 4/11/2025 6:53:00 AM
I admit I had to google tabula rasa and have to agree perhaps it's best to move into our tomorrows without a preconceived idea of what to expect. This is a very well written reflective poem on what was and what is yet to come, Sara.
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Sara Jama
Date: 4/13/2025 6:21:00 AM
Thank you so much. Yes I do like some Latin occasionally. Lol

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