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