I have been
cleaning out,
those dusty corners
of my mind.
The ones,
I steered away from,
when that life,
I left behind.
Debris,
on the floor,
Of fallen hopes,
and dreams.
Tucked away,
under the carpet,
Silent,
Hidden,
Memories.
I dig through
some more,
There is treasure,
in this rubble of time.
Beloved moments,
hanging here and there,
like dew drops,
Beautiful,
Sublime.
This journey
into the past,
has been
bittersweet.
Letting go is tedious,
but my mind
can finally breathe.
There are still
broken pieces,
That make up
my beating heart,
This step back in time,
A lesson.
A reminder.
Every end,
is always a new start.
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