When My Memories Lay My Soul BareA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormI know the name of the one I see in the mirror and that she is called by an ancient feeling staring into infinity as she pleases.Deep within me I press rewind and beyond the calm lies choices that take every part of me and find the days when my memories lay my soul bare. This is when I remember taking fire when I walked as a child, always feeling I was never too young to know what was mine even a thousand years ago. I know the name of the one I see in the mirror and that she is called by an ancient feeling staring into infinity as she pleases. She holds on to the sands of the deepest abyss until each grain falls under her trance and is prepared to fight every other whisper other than her own. Every single day, I drink the warm tears attempting to control my smile while realizing how much I need to touch the ground above my shadow. Soon my mind is filled with the loneliness of winds. I know I can move beyond them and can always keep them from filling my soul. Drops of rain come full circle making ready to sweep across the crest of my fears reminding me I have fought distance and ghosts on journeys slow to end. My spirit is not brittle and I will remain inspired even when I press rewind and my memories lay my soul bare once again. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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