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In the blackest night
She woke
To hear the flutter of her
Heart
Singing melodies of courage
In her ears.
As the hours ticked
Long seconds full of
Ink,
And stretched worries
She had long learned how to
Blink,
She held on to
Wisps of memories
Mirrored in her unshed
Tears,
And recalled the echoes
Of abandon
In the giggles
Of her very early
Years.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
She finds her inner strength. Those early memories can be a treasure chest.
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Indeed, if one can find some of those pearls of memories hidden underneath the sandstorms of their lives … they will be richer for it!
🙂
Na’ama
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Very beautiful and strong. Thank you. 💚✨💚
Adele Ryan McDowell,
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Thank you, dear Adele! I think a lot of people are seeking memories of ‘before’ to hold on to …
XOXO Na’ama
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While some memories may haunt us, other bring us comfort in haunting times.
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Indeed! Sometimes it is about seeking a memory that might bring comfort, even amidst the many that might do the opposite.
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Those memories can help through the darkest and the bleakest of days. I like this bit in particular: “Long seconds full of/Ink,/And stretched worries/She had long learned how to/Blink”.
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Thank you! Yes, we all need some things to hold on to, and sometimes memories of long-time-ago-before can be helpful.
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I like your description of memories mirrored in unshed tears.
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Thank you, Frank! It spoke to me and I’m glad it spoke to you, too! 🙂
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Ah, those midnight wide-awakes are troublesome!
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Indeed they can be! And if one can find a good memory to hang on to, it can change the course of the night …
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