Shadows of the past…
disjointed dancing always seen askance,
a presence in another room
there’s no key to.
out of date and rescued too late,
that’s where the mind can turn
when depression is left unguarded.
Trying to understand why pitch black memories linger longest…
Dwelling on the thought
is what gives life to lingering strife,
on gratitude waiting to be seen.
©May 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne