Reflections

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Myriad memories silhouetted against this reality,

Eager to be named and remembered;

And here I am treading into the threshold of a new morning.

The despair and loneliness of the quiet night clinging on to my laughter,

I try to wrest free.

Through the desert foliage I scout for directions.

The bounty of wilderness only deepens my hunger

and traces of past sunsets linger on.

Like a bird of the wild

I'm searching for my piece of the sky

Yet these wings fail me.

Flurries of pain and confusion deafens the songs of dawn,

Tangles of forgotten memories wrapping itself tight

to the skin of my soul.

And then I remember...

A remembrance that overwhelms every other reminiscing;

A word enough to calm this rage

For before my memories were forged,

before dreams were conceived

There was the I AM.

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