Regaining a Peace of Mind 

Fresh with a new perspective and an outlook about myself . Take a walk down memory lane.

Can you remember all the moments we shared? 

It almost trapped me there for a moment in time I’d like to replay. The first moments I laid eyes on you a story I painted with my own brush .

A muse I compared you to be .

Reality proved to be the dosage I needed to bring me back . I couldn’t seem to paint over the jagged edges of the picture I’d soon finish .

Not noticing the fresh scent of tears rushing down her eyes. Imperfectly fabricating love for a moment to capture for my heart to choose . 

I learned to walk away when I needed to .

And I may have done so in a way that took a piece of me that remains within my muse. I took the dignity last left to grab because I could not see my own art .

Published by Aja

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