Brittle twigs snapping under the brisk of yesterday's freeze.
What is forgotten in one mind is frozen in another.
Life is a storm that accumulates into a borderless wonderland .
It's of no matter how each event falls, it falls.
Whether it is whist into a tumultuous whirlwind .
Or if it's cradled to rest in a mother's lullaby .
It's all laid at the feet of the traveler.
What is made of the storm is in the making of each man.
Will it be lost?
Will it be remembered?
Greater still, will it be braved?
Like one who saw each moment as a breath.
Not to be clung to but to be yielded into the wind.
Letting go of one lonely memory for sunshine's embrace.
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Reflect
PoetryA series of creative writings from a man coping with a mid-mid life crisis.
