#WritingPrompt: “What echoes do your memories now yield?”

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Poetry

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I carry it with me
— heavy;
a world in my chest,
the shadow of the
things that
came
before

(heavy)

(shadow)

Messy clarity,
speaking in the dark
— that spark
of the things
you’ve been running from

(running)

(running)

(running from)

Two moments
existing in
synchronicity;
hologram — ghost’s mirage;
you look out
on a new scene
that seems so much
like the old scenes

(so much like
the old scenes)

(the old scenes)

(ghost’s mirage)

They over-lay,
lay down,
lay over