Wednesday Check-up.

What once was lost

Can be found.

What once was plucked

Can regrow.

Like an idea or passion that they claimed would attract weeds, so you plucked it out yourself,

from within without ease.

And What once was whispered can still be echoing;

Just as a love you have lived cannot be forgotten,

And a loss you have lost the memory of can be faded

but not erased;

Never erased.

What you say may not be heard,

But can never be unspoken.

And if you have spoken or written or breathed on the nearest leaf causing winds of havoc or a gentle breeze.

You have lived and no one can ever say that you hadn’t.