Stranded in emergent origin,
we strive to see what is not there,
and we stare, and stare, and stare,
we see impressions, recurrent shadows
of a dream fending off a nightmare,
a dream born and raised in faded lullaby and
scheme. Do you remember the pangs
they bring? How deep and lasting their cuts?
Do you recollect your reservations,
your misgivings, or have you let go?
Renounced fear? Do you think you’ve been
redeemed? Or is this it, the way it was and always will,
be, now and forevermore, in the wake of all that you
revere? It’s good to forget — one must remember
to forget. Not all memories are sweet and
not all visions pleasant. Chisel the marble and
forget the rubble at your feet. Paint over the wall and
dismiss the image that was there, the old brushstrokes,
the empty spaces, forget them as you strike new form and
color on the canvas of your dreams. Reinvent the clothes
you wear, revamp the style of your hair. Tell a joke you
daren’t tell before, caution in the wind. Retell your
life story, it begets a new lease on life. It did for me. New
beginnings were essential in my making my way through
time and faring well, well into the distant future.
New beginnings, fresh starts.
Sutures in life’s tapestry.
Stitches in the unraveling human soul.