Upon the release of ink
my thoughts flow like
a flood. It’s free from
its cage available to
devour to all who read
its river.

Memories become smears
of autumn and snow,
I never forget a thing
for it stains the banks
with its existences as
it freezes in my mind.

I have no forgotten
memories, they are
forever frozen within
my brains process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton