We cling to memories, even
subconsciously. Certain days,
and not always, continually play
with our unruled emotions.

Incidents of bliss, specific sorrows
or worse, leave lasting impressions.
It cannot be helped. We live through
experience: yesterday and today.

Reflected in our fragile faith is
a greater hope. We often do not,
or cannot, see past our cold,
current, restless reality.

It is not the truth that provides
our answers, but an unclear
deception of the question
lingering in our consideration.

Us fractured selves, not always
strong and stable, survive by
constructing our foundation of
what we see and how we know.

Hindsight is not honestly accurate.
May your need for yesterday
be slightly overshadowed by
the wistful wonder of tomorrow.

© 2023 j.g. lewis