Descending MemoriesA Poem by Patricia PosadaThis is how I've been feeling lately. Period.The past descends Outstretching its talons A great scavenge about to take place ...Closing my eyes... An aura so great, so compelling Searching the back roads of my mind... ...To see you lying next to me A smile spread across your face I feel something well up inside of me And suddenly... There is no threat. There is no grasping angst. What was once vile is now forgotten And I embrace my love So pure, yet so scarred. © 2010 Patricia PosadaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 24, 2009 Last Updated on May 5, 2010 AuthorPatricia PosadaChicago, ILAboutI am a 24 year old woman, from a suburb of the great city of Chicago. I write for fun, for expression...I've been doing so since I was a child. My favorite poet is Emily Dickenson more..Writing
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