Wisdom
I am not yet a part of the afterlife.
Instead, it is those years shattering.
Underneath, there is chatter fluttering free.
A flood of numbness lifts.
And a sprinkle of kindness appears.
Wisdom is-
When memory and reality collide.
Before, there was some context I had been missing.
Always shrouded by depression’s embrace.
Dissociating for a moment.
So that I can reset.
Transcending for a moment.
So that I can savor.
Wisdom that tells my story.
Wisdom that keeps me sane.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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