Morning Meds; 10 11 22
Revelations of lives past echoing with our footsteps now,
forms hiding in our shadow as it floats across the earth.
Light creates shadow exposing loveless moments offering up offences to a alter of forgiveness.
Childlikeness regained; innocence returned.
Memories stirred by the present,
recreated in a moment of grief,
we punish ourselves these memories awakened.