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Remembering Me

My soul

By Rachel LottPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

It was bright

I smiled often, not concerned with the current condition

I was carried because my limbs had not yet been identified as the mode of transportation for this sack I inhabited

It was always bright

Then it wasn’t

It drifted and remained night

Wait, I just got here. I can’t won’t accept this fear

Fear of the bright. Stuck in the night

This can not be my plight

47 years. Bring back my bright.

My limbs are activated yet have not transported me back to bright

Only night

My soul is bright

I’m back

In the bright

I endured the night


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  • Isla Morada2 months ago

    beautifully put :)

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