stealthily, the footsteps draw near
the door of my memories
ah…Remembering. It’s
clumsy fingers start
fumbling with lock and keys
wrong one, doesn’t fit the hole
the barrier stands
relentless
unyielding
Remembering growing frantic
must pass through
or else…
Was it given the right key?
this Remembering
that once chose to forget
memories and dreams meant
to change the world
one way,
this way,
or another
but no more
the other side, within
whisper half-forgotten dreams
growing softer, weaker
with each failed attempt
to turn the key
will they wait
and not fade
into oblivion
now that Remembering has
chosen
to set them free?
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