Lost in yesterday’s memories. Pictures flash before me. Traces of pain naw at my exposed heart strings. There is no strength to fight what lies ahead. Losing time, memories and patience. There is no explanation, reasoning or excuse for those who have failed me, or fir whom I have failed. Left are moments not yet tarnished with absence, malignancy or bereavement. There stands a small glimmer of hope for a short time at least. Time to prepare for what is yet to come.
I Am Dementia©
By Felina Silver Robinson