Poetry Corner

~

The memories
come in waves,
often racing into my
consciousness
like white horses,
sweeping in
with violence,
battering at the walls
of my mind
relentlessly,
yet also,
sometimes
with the subtlety of
the slow shushing
of the tide
on a summer’s eve,
seeping into
my thoughts
quietly yet
insistently;
they cannot be
ignored
no matter how hard
I try, they
are there,
colouring
my emotions
in ocean blue,
reminding me
of you.

~

©️j.sexton

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