A Deeper Beauty
It takes a huge effort to free
yourself from memory
and I squander the present because of
it.
I am surrounded by things that are not
there,
that never were. That is a truth.
But I can’t change. It is too late for
me to change,
and so I have to move through the days
like one
who has broken free from prison, who
can now feel
the wind on his face, who will never
again be able without pain
to imagine the world beyond his cell
bars; who must always
choose this bright light over that dark corner;
who must always remember the cost of freedom and know its worth.
_____ AKSHR
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