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Letting The Fog Grow
A Poem
By Angel AdagioPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash
Flashes come to the forefront,
glimpses of a past that has had a fog
all showing the pain I chose to forget.
The cracking of the fire
resurfacing that crack I cannot unhear.
The smell of alcohol
it still burns my nose
burns my mind.
The fading of my mind settling in as I only remember pieces,
the puzzle still incomplete
just like me.
There is no undo button
to change the way touch burns my skin
or smells take the fog away.
There is only hope that the fog will continue to grow
and I can let it consume that day away.
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The way you describe the fog and those haunting memories feels so real and raw. It’s heartbreaking, but there’s also a sense of resilience in it. Thank you for sharing. Beautifully written ❤️