By- Traci Taylor
The mirror reflection of a time ingrained into memory-
a moment seemingly too permanent to fade.
A lack of desire to forget,
and every surrounding reminder that makes it impossible.
Standing on the edge of the horizon overlooking the skyline,
wanting the past to bury below with the sun.
Another day will present a chance to overcome-
the hope of changing along with the tide.
The truth is the only enemy of holding on to something,
is a tightened grip to a former time that has already been washed away.