Fighting to find fleeting memories
Like ghosts, they pervade her dreams
They escape when she awakes
Leaving her nothing left to claim
Left alone with her imagination
Exploring her heart for any inspiration
Finding dissatisfaction in every action
Desperately seeking a spiritual transaction
Disturbing to her that she received so selfishly
Gifts provided prophetically
Granted by God for her spiritual benefit
She’s become an imperfect perfectionist
Her days of delightfully dancing departed
The reward she earned, brokenhearted
The days, they fade away
In a web of disappointing ways
Still, she prays for celestial intervention
©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.