Time Forgot Me

Painfully.

Piece by piece

I clawed back

returned to myself

all the parts that you tore away.

Magic that was forgotten

wends its way through my veins

filling me with golden delight

bathing me in purple gleams

as I rebuild

from broken child

hidden in the shadows

to embracing all the I can be

all that I want to be.

There is life to be had

dreams to be lived

pictures to paint

words to write

gardens to bloom

beneath my finger tips.

I write because I have to

I itch if I don’t.

I paint because I am called to it.

I stare off into space

images and colors

dancing

behind my eyelids

as tears I cry

spatter to the ground

from which springs

a single sprig

ready to grow.

©Oct. 10/22