Yesterday, I faltered, afraid to go to the church,
Anxiety looming, I didn't want to feel the lurch.
Preferably, at home I sought a moment's calm,
Knowing in my heart, we wouldn't embrace the psalm.
Uncertain of the date, was it the 18th or the 10th?
Contemplating if the mass would even relent,
Though I wagered on the 10th, doubt pervaded my mind,
Convinced it wasn't so, my thoughts unaligned.
Stress unleashed its fury, a sudden attack,
But escape, I realized, was something I'd lack.
Can't flee from our stories, from our history's page,
Imperfect, perhaps, but mine to engage.
Not morally flawless, my life's not a pristine art,
Yet it exists, undeniable, a tale full of heart.
This journey I traverse with actions and thoughts,
Moments, dreams, and emotions, all the plots.
Leaving traces behind, reminiscences so dear,
Love unrestrained, I couldn't always adhere.
Ideas that eluded, thoughts set free to roam,
Perhaps I'll remain as mere particles of loam.
But something endures, beyond what I can perceive,
A legacy untold, what it is, I can't conceive.
Maybe love I couldn't give, yet had in my core,
Or scattered musings left to explore.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm a whisper in time,
With secrets unfathomable, sublime.
Through the tapestry of life, we each have our own thread,
An idea, a notion, within ourselves widespread.
Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
Yesterday, I faltered, afraid to go to the church,
Anxiety looming, I didn't want to feel the lurch.
Preferably, at home I sought a moment's calm,
Knowing in my heart, we wouldn't embrace the psalm.
Uncertain of the date, was it the 18th or the 10th?
Contemplating if the mass would even relent,
Though I wagered on the 10th, doubt pervaded my mind,
Convinced it wasn't so, my thoughts unaligned.
Stress unleashed its fury, a sudden attack,
But escape, I realized, was something I'd lack.
Can't flee from our stories, from our history's page,
Imperfect, perhaps, but mine to engage.
Not morally flawless, my life's not a pristine art,
Yet it exists, undeniable, a tale full of heart.
This journey I traverse with actions and thoughts,
Moments, dreams, and emotions, all the plots.
Leaving traces behind, reminiscences so dear,
Love unrestrained, I couldn't always adhere.
Ideas that eluded, thoughts set free to roam,
Perhaps I'll remain as mere particles of loam.
But something endures, beyond what I can perceive,
A legacy untold, what it is, I can't conceive.
Maybe love I couldn't give, yet had in my core,
Or scattered musings left to explore.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm a whisper in time,
With secrets unfathomable, sublime.
Through the tapestry of life, we each have our own thread,
An idea, a notion, within ourselves widespread.
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