Laura Breidenthal Poet Romanticism

Weak Spots Xxii

When recurring dreams 
Take you back to that moment of
Growing up—living that younger mind, 
Where you first loved—first feared,
Breathing in purpose that is now past

Nostalgic aromas pervade the nostrils,
Taking form in memories—
Child body and voice—inventive mind,
Tracing scent-filled reminiscence 

Into some dark place, 
Where dark deeds birthed, 
Where perhaps enlightenment came 
At a strange hour of surrender

Into some dark place,
That haunts the subconscious yet still—
Traumas and miracles weaving your life
From the moment you screamed Born

Until breath too is a memory
That that present inhales


2.22.20

Note: I've been dreaming a lot of the house I grew up in. From all the people I have spoken to, this seems to be a common thing. I wanted to emphasize my weakness of the past. My mind is glued to it—both fascinated and traumatized by it. 

~Laura

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Justin Bordner January 12, 2021 at 11:34 AM I feel you Laura...I love the way you reach into the Past, like a grown woman, like a brave soul. This poem is real...J.A.B. Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2021 at 4:04 AM I tried to reach in to the most vulnerable parts of me, especially during the final pieces of Weak Spots. Thank you for being an avid and loving reader. I appreciate you immensely. ~Laura