My mind crawls—
ghostly images
slip from past horror stories
into shadows of future adventures.
Emotions fly,
wild-winged things,
from good to bad,
from depressed to ecstatic,
a pendulum
that never stops
swinging through the dark and light.
I carry them all—
the haunted,
the hopeful,
the trembling sparks
that make me human.
Beautifully put, Dave. The “wild-winged” emotions and that “pendulum that never stops” capture the restless swing between memory and hope so vividly. I especially love the turn from “haunted” to “hopeful” …. a quiet, human courage in those lines. Thank you for sharing this; I’d be glad to read more from this series.