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Memory, Phase, Lesson

Memory, Phase, Lesson

The silence that was once haunting, is now calming and peaceful. My shoulders relax, my mind mellows and the thoughts are less scattered with each breath I take. The white noise is now just song lyrics and melodies; the screaming is a dull roar and the tricks that were being played are now foolish nothings in the memories of my past.

The anger that was once intense and constantly present; a gust of harsh and cold winds, is now a soft breeze that only comes when the storm is brewing. As each time the sun rises and each time it sets– the burden of the irritating ache, the instant freeze and drop to my knees, while holding my stomach in agony and the tears that just won’t stop— is becoming more of a memory. A phase. A lesson.

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