I will try to listen.

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My thoughts are coming undone,
slowly drifting into a fog of
forgetfulness, filled with confusion.
They are calling, I hear the echo
of their voices, but cannot clearly see
through the ever thickening haze.
Blindly seeking to find them
in a swirling mist of
missing moments,
reaching into the darkness,
hoping to bring them home.
Sometimes, a brilliant sun rises,
rays of clarity pierce the veil,
forcing the clouds and the shadows
to fade, I collect the ones I can,
trying to trap them in my heart
and penning them to a page.
I don’t want to lose them,
what happens when they’re gone?
How will I know who I am
and how will I know who I was?
If I forget, you’ll tell me if I will listen,
I promise I will try to listen.

Crystal R. Cook

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3 thoughts on “I will try to listen.

  1. You write poetry. About Alzheimer’s. Good poetry at that… ๐Ÿ™‚

    I have on my face, not a smile, per se, but that slight raise at the corners of the mouth, and a light sparkle in the eyes which denotes that moment when a person realises they might have just stumbled across something rather wonderful ๐Ÿ™‚

    Gonna nose around. But I think I already like it here ๐Ÿ™‚

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