#keep sake

OutofMelodies ;

You truly do me a great service, leaving me these little 'love letters' whenever I write something.

Because you have no idea how much I lament over the last handful of MONTHS that I am incapable of writing.

Even now, I feel like an imposter.

But I have to keep trying in order to shake away the dust...

So here I am - half armed for the mission while the other half is lacking severely hahaha.

Thanks so much, I do not deserve you!

the trinkets that clutter my path?

What others find useless?

Abhorrent items of dimming demise?

These treasures, placed alone,

but not lonely, discarded by the wise.

How often,

my impediments to grasp?

Behold the brass and trashy ring.

Whilst the melee be over

seemingly rudimentary things?

I suppose, a cherish to all, would-be, the surmise.

Perhaps, a charm had been given to another.

And, with little esteem or commotion

found the acreage below my feet.

A sense of awe omits to find a boulder among the sandpit.

What sort of apparition gather here?

Laying the yesterdays at my stand.

Laying the given ever so near.