Memory (HS 146)

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,
tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, 
wake up tomorrow knowing nothing
but that I am awake, and all the world is fresh
and brand new to me, unable to name anything I see,
unable even to speak, not knowing a single word,
like a newborn for the second time, not even knowing
what time is, innocent, no history to haunt me,
no ghosts backed up perhaps like packed sardines,
my closets maybe jammed with so many skeletons
the sound of moans and scraping bones at night,
keeping me awake at times for knowing all I know,
seeing all I’ve seen, thinking too long, too hard?
My father, I believe, would never have wanted it this way.

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Happy #WriterMonday. Today’s writing prompt is

memory

Use the #WritingPrompt to inspire a piece of writing or any kind, of any length, and then post that piece on your page and link back to me, or simply leave is as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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