Notes

Electronic post-it notes

in books I read

on my electronic devices.

I leave them buried,

like mines in a field,

waiting for another day

to tackle the written words,

string them into poems,

place them on the walls of my house,

and send them as dandelion seeds

into the universe.

Seeds to sprout courage for others

from my failures,

wisdom from my pain,

hope in my second chances.

Grief, seen by the soul rising 

to meet the searing pain.

Emotions, overflowing,

rushing,

knocking me off my feet,

drowning in my sorrow,

transforming

through time,

allowing it to melt 

and change,

morph

and grow,

into a beautiful memory.

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