Yesterday

Yesterday rolls upon my mind like an incoming tide that washes away the sands covering memories buried in the shore of my soul, like broken shells that is now revealed sometimes I pick them up and hold them for awhile then place them back to be buried again sometimes I cast them away, too small to hold the length of yesterday grows and are filled with new memories from every rising dawn and every fading horizon between the light of day and the dark of night where they pass unnoticed until a memory burns like a signal fire to show how far I have traveled my yesterdays have begun to overflow from so many years and no matter how many tides of memories flow upon the shore of my soul some yesterdays will remain buried too deep to reach whether through meditation or desire I will keep my broken shells of memory for once they were whole and beautiful and though they are now only revealed fragments I remember and in remembering give life to them so they once again lay on the shore of my soul whole and beautiful as the yesterday I traveled through wanting to reach tomorrow 5/4/23 contest Writing Challenge "Y" words sponsor Constance La France "Yesterday"