Unknown yesterday


The mind struggles for yesterdays
Play.
Grasping for those moments so
Cherished.
They bubble to the surface with ease.
Or so it seems-when, actually, they have simmered for years.
Laying in wait to strike their blows of revelation.
Revealing the truth in self.
Revealing the truth that is life.
Revealing today is not written and tomorrow will always there.

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