memories on a postcard

I remember...

when the world was light

and my world was innocent

When sirens were serene

and offered a sense of wonder

like windchimes in the breeze

--

I remember...

Before the crash of reality

and the facade cracked

Before sirens were near

and offered uncertainty

like windchimes in the gust front

--

I remember...

When sandcastes were monuments

and structures of creativity

Full of hope and potential

Limitless and unrestricted

like our mortal coil

--

I remember...

Before the sandcastles

Those monuments of so much

Became so little, a sandy grave

When the tide was high

and washed them away

Like the deluge of suffering

This mortal coil offers

-

in the end, we are just

memories on a postcard

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: This is for the lovely Poppy's awesome February Prompt challenge which you can find out more about below: