Tethered To a Moment
What is lost is what is forgotten.
Like a time that is rotten.
But new days will sprout.
That I will remember and not spout.
I shall let go of the ragged moments.
I will not allow bestowment.
I will not allow old memories to grow.
Into an untrue form.
I will trust in my reform.
For my strange behavior is not a regret.
Because it has taught me there is no reason to fret.
8/27/2021
Tethered To A Moment
Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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