Forgetfulness

My mind is a labyrinth of forgotten memories,

A garden overgrown with the weeds of neglect.

I stumble upon fragments of the past,

But they slip through my fingers like sand.

I am haunted by the echoes of forgotten faces,

Their names like whispers on the edge of my thoughts.

I try to grasp them, to bring them into the light,

But they slip away, elusive and intangible.

My heart aches for the things I have lost,

The moments that have slipped through the cracks.

I long to hold them close, to keep them safe,

But they are gone, lost to the depths of forgetfulness.

Yet in the midst of this muddle, I find solace,

For forgetfulness is a gift as well as a curse.

It allows me to let go of pain and sorrow,

To move forward and embrace the present.

So I will embrace forgetfulness as a part of me,

A bittersweet symphony of lost and found.

I will cherish the moments I can recall,

And release the ones that slip through the cracks. ("Forgetfulness") by Courtney Weaver Jr.