By Allison Stein
When I struggle to make sense of an experience, writing about its impact often provides me with true clarity and comprehension. I would like to share my poem “The Stain of Memories” as an example of a piece in which I have allowed my thoughts to unravel and my heart to speak.
The Stain of Memories This is the fight I've lost. This is the dream that's escaped my grasp. This is the twilight that's smothered me. These are the waters I've drowned in. I miss the ebb and flow of our friendship, The current that propelled my heart, Whispers of our fearless faith Amplified in the orchestra of the ocean. If I could withstand the weight of gravity, I would forget you: Chalked on a violet canvas, The moon would move my paralyzed soul With the same force that gives motion to tides. As cleansing waves kissed the shore, Whitecaps would wash away our footsteps, Caress the pain of my regret, Erase the stain of memories.