Another day passes by and still, nothing has changed.
And as I wander along the quiet valley watching the moon rise above the mountains, I ask her, "How can I find myself again? For who I was is now lost."
She smiles and says, "Not lost, only forgotten."
I thank the moon and go on my way, continuing towards the lake at the edge of the valley.
Not lost, only forgotten. The words repeat in my mind.
But I feel lost as I'm left to wander through the darkness, left wondering who I am, trapped here with an emptiness inside of me.
And when I come across the lake I look into the calm waters and my reflection stares back at me.
Who I was cannot be found here in the depths of this lake, but as I stay fixated on my reflection I see myself smiling.
"You're who I lost, I want to find you. But how?" I ask.
"What you have lost is not yourself," says my reflection, "it is the feeling of joy that you've forgotten."Β
Not lost, only forgotten.
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Elise
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At Vocal, we're always going on and on about the freedoms of limitation and how walls and decisions and editing make great art. But sometimes you just need to let your creative hair down, throw some paint at the wall. This was one of our more open prompts, free for interpretation, few limits, just give us a poem, a sense of the senses.
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