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In My Mind
In my mind memories are folded neatly, tied with pastel ribbons and stacked in a wicker basket. And on occasion I reach deep into the basket, grab one, and re-read a page from my life.
In my mind on a hook hangs a skeleton key that will open anything I choose. And on occasion I open and tiptoe through the gates of yesterday, the door to tomorrow, or the floodgates of forever.
In my mind tiny glass bottles filled with emotion catch the light on an apothecary's bench.
And on occasion I take one down, undo the lid and sample its contents - syrupy sweet joy, tart tangy happiness, thick bitter envy.
In my mind tears turn to raindrops and collect slowly in a rough wooden barrel.
And on occasion I use them to nourish a garden filled with seeds of hope and flowers of forgiveness.
In my mind lives a child whose laughter echoes in the wind as she runs through a field of forget-me-nots. And on occasion I slip off my shoes and follow barefoot behind her, close enough to smell the sunshine in her hair, yet far enough to allow her to remain free.
In my mind love beams through a stained glass window and creates a mosaic of dreams on the floor below. And on occasion I lie down upon my dreams and bask in the warmth of endless possibilities.
In my mind pain is a rock that is patiently weathered into grains of sand by waves of sorrow. And on occasion I gather the sand and build a castle, a fort, a barricade from the waves.
In my mind my life is etched in the earth. And on occasion I view the terrain - valleys of loss, mountains of accomplishment - and wonder what lies beyond the turns in the road where I cannot yet see, have not yet lived.
~S. Coursey~ - For Cecelia Claire Coursey
June 29, 1998 - June 30, 1998
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