Where is the sense in making

peace with a past that is filled

with the dry bones of death?

Does it make sense to remain

in this land where flesh is no longer

and breath has since departed?

Even the present should be handled wisely

For, it rushes into the past

in a blink of an eye

but is kind enough to offer its

hand to a future

that lies in our core

..coiled around the sleeping form

of potential

© Vivian Zems

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An Excerpt from my poetry book…. coming soon!😀