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I.
There was a moment
Captured in still frame
That hangs like a tapestry
On the interior wall
Of my self-created room-
It paints the moments
That began the growth
And the events that lead
To roots upturned and
Branches destroyed.
I find beauty in its colors,
Doubt in its reality
And yet it thrives,
Existing because I breathe.
II.
We all have taken moments
And snipped and clipped
To create the tale
Of beginning to end
Of love and friendship,
Of innocence and ruin-
We savor these moments
Filling them with hate
And protecting them with love-
We understand with confusion
The stones that built us
Despite our sometimes desire
To crumble beneath the wait
Of the images we carry
Day to day-
Still frame loops
Of all the paths
We can't return to.
III.
Regression is an impasse,
Removal of one,
Removal of all,
Our sordid affairs
Lead to here and now,
Removal is rebuilding
With straw instead of brick.
Embrace and face the day
With your truth.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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