posted on Jan, 14 2014 @ 05:36 PM
In my memory there is a moment I understood,
a moment of insight and epiphany,
where contrast cast a clear shadow
defining the moment the way it should.
Doubt dissipated and hesitation disappeared,
action initiated by understanding,
just how much I didn’t really believe,
behavior labeled as impulsive.
Moments of clarity
Moments of disparity
Moments of confusion
Moments of delusion
Moments of love
Moments of hate
Moments of doubt
Moments of faith
Moments of anger
Moments of peace
Moments of generosity
Moments of selfishness
Moments of betrayal
Moments of forgiveness
Moments of rejection
Moments of acceptance
Moments of moments
and moments of none.
When do moments become memories
that I can live with?