Echoes of Yesterday

Mar 10

The strings of memories from our youth lay hidden,

Like cobwebs in a corner long forgotten.

Once, these strands were strong,

Holding each other, woven into the foundation of who you are.

Yet, when you look now, they seem to tear at the seams—

Strands falling out.

Once interwoven meticulously, now a tangled mess,

One you cannot recognize.

So, you grasp at them,

Trying to knit them into a pattern you once knew.

Yet you are unable to,

As the fibres of the past unravel between your fingertips.

The strands of love, youth, and hopeful dreams are torn apart,

And the memories you once knew

Echo through time,

Never to be found again.

Creative Writing XII

“Of Soul and Sorrow”