Daily writing prompt
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
For many years,
my biggest fears
involved letting go
of all my regrets.
I had to care
because my failures
defined my humanity.
I’m simply no good.
Recent days are much
better, like shuffling
off bad karma.
But do memories die?
I think of Louis Lowry’s
novel The Giver, and
when the receiver expires,
memories become ether.
They defiantly disperse,
and the community feels
what you have felt forever,
what you feared.
The implacable feelings
of loss, shame, humiliation,
and embittered embarrassment.
The failures defining you.
Yet memories do die,
and their spirits linger.
You hear the haunting
regret approach?
Perhaps
it was only an echo.
