Remembering

Taking my time to understand the reason "why",
I sat on my chair flipping through pictures of my youth.
I was young, tempting and full of disillusions.
I thought I was not pretty,
And yearned so much to be in tune with my feelings...
I was blind...
And I went insane with disappointment.
Filling my cup with wine,
I halfway drowned the memories of old,
And opened my new book on life...
I read through my passages,
Realizing how I matured in emotional, mental and spiritual character.
As I remember the times of my youth,
A liitle girl dressed in green mounted on a beautiful stallion,
Once again my smile called nature and uncertainity.
And therefore I remembered remembering,
The purpose of my being...

By Abigail D. Hinds

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