A gray fog looms ahead,
And I stand engulfedThe smell of jasmines hovers around me
A gentle reminder of a time long gone…
I stand alone, not knowing where to head.
Memories floods in, my glass fills to the brim,
Unwanted thoughts long stashed away
I see all too clearly when I rather not,
I hear and see things I’d long tried to forget.
Things I thought I’d forgotten…
But I’m encircled;
A whirlpool of voices long forgotten…
Some like the acid lime
And some, the sweet of honey…
Voices of people, loved and cared,
Long gone, yet stayed.
As the human crescendo ebbs
Like the ocean tide moons away,
Every voice is yet again forgotten
But one stays behind, one that tugs at my heart,
One, pure, deep and true…
The voice of a young girl,
A girl who was once me…
A girl who wanted nothing, yet everything,
A girl with the twinkle in her eyes still a flame
A voice I’d long forgotten,
A voice I wish I’d listened to…
I stand still amid that white darkness,
Wishing I could go back in time
But as the fog lifts, so do the spirits,
For I see that the girl is still in me…
A part forever-
Like the air in my lungs, or the blood in my veins…
A voice never gone…
Never one of the voices forgotten…
