memories come back like flashes
from when i spread my father’s ashes.
mom thinks about it and her heart still collapses.
years later but it’s fresh like yesterday’s gashes.
i’m not saying right or wrong, but falling back can be problematic.
messages come through sometimes with too much static.
it gets heavy when it’s dramatic.
experiences can be rather traumatic.
but it’s okay to feel these things,
just a journey with different tactics.
feel no malice,
just love like batted eyelashes.
so i put compassion to practice,
heal it ALL instead of having relapses.