Shredded

memories in pieces
intentionally
thrown to the wind
convinced that peace will come
as the scraps of the past
float into the sunset
but western winds carry them home
weathered
and seasoned
in perspective but never lost
intended as escape
but reality cannot be so
without roots
sliced
diced
torn
and worn
but never finished
thankfully never truly gone
without roots
dreaded
shredded
unearthed
and dispersed
always returning
thankfully renewing
reinforcing the foundation
of me

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