A Clear Dresser

There is a point when the past can be relegated to a chest for safe keeping

where altars are built not to memory but to hopes

when reaction is replaced by rhythm and ephemera must takes its place away.

Space is cleared

intentions are defined

wishes are embodied.

I become the priestess of my own life

reaching deep to find the origin of my soul

in a place before my stories.

I reach in and take from it an single thought

unverbal

this guides me as I create my space

a scene that lets me breathe

a vignette that I can return to to find myself and where I am going.

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