Don’t you take a leaf from your memory
And hoard it away in the safe.
Your mind sifts through the times past
Filing the precious moments to be saved for eternity.
Then you lock the safe and throw the key away,
Because you have the strength to move forward.
But then the temptation rears its ugly head,
Mocking with the tantalizing flashes of simpler times.
When all is left is to smash it open
And scatter the vestiges of the souvenirs into the wind.
You are empty-handed, without the safe or those recollections,
Left with exhaustion, incapable of creating more impressions.
Written for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – save/safe.