sometimes i think about the time
when life was sublime
and i wonder where i lost myself
when i placed my soul up on a shelf

maybe the pictures on the wall
that slow time down to a crawl
will show me a bit of me
let me grow upwards like a tree

i will not consider the chance
that perhaps it won't enhance
and instead i'll freeze
and i'll fall to my knees

the memories come unbidden
and will instead let in
a flow of unwelcome thoughts
no, i think, better not.

- d.m.