Things Remembered…
I look at the world through eyes filled with fog
Arms stretched; I search for something familiar
Am I caught in a web? Is it one of my own makings
Or by an unseen hand?
My time ticks faster than the clock
like slices of the past touching my mind
A familiar scent, teasing hope, cracked, broken
A touch of your hand, as familiar as my skin
Yet you have no name, no face
Only the lingering scent of lavender
Why has my mind been assigned to the nether regions
Where I have no transport back to all that is familiar
Too many black tunnels with no light at the end
Yet something in the shadows feels familiar
I often wonder when so many memories vanish from my mind,
when nothing familiar remains
Is it some deed from a past life come back to haunt me?
Is having so many familiar thoughts, feelings, objects around you
a kind of medicine against the loss of self?
I remember my grandmother telling me stories
about witches having familiars, like black cats.
I hope this isn’t the case with me
That I can grab handfuls of the familiar and carry on…
©AnitaDawes2025
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