Anchored in my present

Without realization
I let go of my thoughts.
I rise while leaving materialism behind,
warmth is all I take with me.

Memories, as a film through my mind,
symbolism is the point of departure.
I reach to what’s drifting away,
it’s infinitely torturing me.

This is when I realize, that
everything is clear.
I will never embrace it.

Not because it is in motion.
It stands still, just like me, locked away,
in what will always be my present.

Juno & Jupiter

by Maroesjka Verhagen

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