Poem: I Have Forgotten How to Live

I have forgotten how to live—
Each breath feels borrowed, barely mine.
The days drift by, elusive, thin,
Like mist that fades before the shine.

I wake, I move, I speak, I try,
But something’s lost I cannot name—
A spark, a thread, a reason why,
A warmth that once lit up the flame.

I smile on cue, I play my part,
But echoes fill this quiet heart.
The laughter sounds a world away,
The light has dulled to muted gray.

I miss the joy I didn’t know
I had until it ceased to show.
The wonder, once in simple things—
Now silence where the robin sings.

But still, a whisper deep inside
Reminds me, life has not yet died.
That even numbness is a sign
Of something sleeping, still divine.

So I will sit with this despair,
Not chase it off, not fake repair.
For in the stillness, slow and small,
I just might hear life’s distant call.

And maybe in some quiet place,
I’ll meet again my truer face.
I’ve not forgotten how to live—
Just paused, until I can forgive.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie