Heed well;
for my words are but a concept in your young mind.
We cannot pass through the barrier of time. I am
a memory that you do not know. Looking back
many years, we traveled seventy journeys around
this sun; seventy-one, counting heartbeats within our
mother’s womb. Remembering all the tears shed; all
the mountains scaled; all the sins buried deep.
I tell you, do not look back, do not fear the future,
do not give up hope. Your passion and your desires
are held in a secret trove; hidden from all but you
and me. They are not to be revealed to a hungry world,
ingesting each weary breath. Past-lives tumbling off the
edge of an eyeblink. It is too late for regrets. It is never
too late to change. We have shared a history that no
one else can share. We touched the sky, we sailed through
clouds. Icy oceans held us up, as we were about to sink.
We loved, we lost, we survived this far. We do not see
where we are going, but we know where we have been.
Listen, yes listen to the voice within. Your future is my past.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 13 poetry books. lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, Poetic Sun, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, The Scribe Magazine, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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