Prompt is about stepping outside your house, world, box, whatever. What is there to see? Do?
When aging, one is relieved of lust, greed, even energy
And accepts faith,
Embraces sorrow, grief,
With a knowingness
Almost comfort.
To glance back over one’s shoulder
Is easy.
I stand on the threshold and teeter upon the topmost step.
Inside the door behind me I see the look of love,
The warmth of one crooked arm along my back,
Not guiding me, nor holding me back,
Simply allowing me to make what choice:
To go forward
To weep not for what went before
To weep not at all.
“Forget me, forget me, forget me”
Is the whisper in my lingering ear.
“Remember, remember, remember”
Ricochets back.
There may be richness in hope,
Optimism in trust.
In my cocoon I must eschew despair
And step out…
Step out and grasp what is left of my youth.
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I like this reflection very much, even though I can't quite agree with the generalization in the beginning, of age bringing relief from lust, greed, etc - love the 'I'-ness of what follows though, and it rings true for me. I was particularly struck by the lines:
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Is the whisper in my lingering ear.
“Remember, remember, remember”
Ricochets back.
Really beautiful...
A wonderfully reflective piece - the lines you've penned are lovely!
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