Forget-Me-Not blooms

Ah, yes.

I remember now.

Warmth of sun on skin.

Sweat running a race down curves.

This feeling of being alive and breathing.

This magnificence blooming inside me, growing…

I see you and I remember – I will ride out the winter’s crest.

I will survive my wounds.  I will rise up again on the waves of the wind.

Death cannot define me or dictate His agenda or rob me of  buds or strangle my hope.

I am remembering…

2 comments on “Remembering

  1. poetryandmusings says:

    Beautifully written. I loved it!!

    • melodylowes says:

      Oh, thank you! As I was writing I was trying to get it into the shape of a tree, the shape of something growing and alive. This one has a lot of meaning for me…

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