I remember
My story has not served me well.
It has tormented me
and wrapped me in invisible chains
.... chains of remembered pain
.... chains of relived feelings
But my story has been cast away
.... and now I remember where the story lies
Waves now wash the story
where it lies in the rocks.
The water dissolves the paper
On which the story lives
The pain of the story washes into the ocean
Peace.
© Ian Croft December 2018
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