Poetry ~ Traces

 a dark storm
obscured her path
sending her back in time
in search of traces
left by a younger self


her obsession,
the necessity to leave clues
on the path she'd traveled
in preparation for lost thoughts
in a future filled with chaos


she is grateful for the traces
that remind her

of a path less traveled
and clear signs of a future self
destined to leave her mark

Poetry ~ I am not afraid

His mind is a dark nostalgic nest
of thoughts and images that will not rest
a shattered narrative he can’t express

Frantically he searches his muddled mind
but his memory reaper’s working overtime
plucking thoughts from his memory vine

But what of the scrapbook in his head
he sees it there but it can’t be read
the memory’s worn like a tattered thread

His mind grows quiet with each passing day
as one by one, his memories fade
softly he whispers, “I am not afraid.”