Forgetting to Remember Ourselves

Crisp leaves crunch beneath our feet, echoing through the misty day into the sky above.

Sunlight casts weary shadows, among the runners, who run to forget what they did last night.

Forgetting folds neatly into our laps, sometimes with boxes opening and shutting so seamlessly — so effortlessly.

Cloudy gasps of air fall lightly to the ground, as easy as a scarf blowing into the wind.

Yet the wind marks its cruelty known by taking us back, never allowing us to forget about our souls and who we’re meant to be.

Earbuds harness our power to…


My mind is spinning in a million directions. Tiny particles — elements — inside of me push and shove their way into the light, out of the oblivion.

Out of disguise.

The pieces form moldings, shaping and narrowing my insecurities, and my vulnerabilities.

They inherently address the transformation I’ve made within my mind, body, and spirit.

The journey of connectedness has just begun.

I’m so inclined to reach back inside my mind and find those old, shapeless particles, But they’re drowning with the old version of myself.

The bright, new fixtures of light illuminate my senses down to the bone.


Breezy potholes make way for new territory.

The sun blazes atop the ground, where the gaping crevasse stood still.

Its murky insides are growing older by the second with no warning.

Poof!

Suddenly, the huge gap in the earth fills with mud.

You see, the mud was actually behind you the entire time.

Looking forwards and sideways, you couldn’t see how in the world the hole could be filled.

There would never be a way to surpass the hole.

But in looking behind you — a place rarely seen — a treasure trove existed.

Look in places where you’re least likely to find your answers. I promise, they are there, lurking beneath the shadows.


Happiness is an unloaded mind, flocking the evergreen, lush forests of heaven.

Sadness, and anger fill our minds with dread, fear, and anguish, cultivating our inner demons to respond to the world around us.

We ultimately get to choose our emotions and how those emotions affect our inner worlds.

Once we clarify our mind, our goals, values, and treasures will ultimately be revealed in a passionate, beautiful light.

Fire scorns around us as waves crash in the distance.

We rise and fall, like the murky, choppy waves beneath the cravases of jungles.

Monkeys hear and see us, even within their…


My tongue vibrates as the water slowly makes its way into my mouth and down my throat. The cool sensation feels extremely similar — the same — as the sip of almond milk I took just minutes ago.

Every time I eye a new piece of food, I have a debate with myself.

But this food will remind you of your taste again!

My mind continues to play this trick on me until I convince myself I’m full.

I slip my homemade Cubs mask off as I take another sip of bland water, walking away from my 2-year-old son who’s…


Words flawlessly enter my brain and onto the parchment, awaiting to be seen, heard — felt.

The doves cry out as vulnerability soaks deeply beneath their wings, flying away before ever finding their true flying patterns.

Wide-eyed owls blunder through the night, carelessly looking for their next meal.

Words sting us. Haunt us. Belittle us.

Words take us for granted.

They soar like the doves.

They’re thrown about like the owls.

Words can hurt, and words can’t be erased aloud, unlike the word written on paper, typed seamlessly, and erased, all the same.

The delete button serves its purpose.

The delete button can be pressed at any time, giving us new life, new breath.


Crisp leaves crunch beneath our feet, echoing through the misty day into the sky above.

Sunlight casts weary shadows, among the runners, who run to forget what they did last night.

Forgetting folds neatly into our laps, sometimes with boxes opening and shutting so seamlessly — so effortlessly.

Cloudy gasps of air fall lightly to the ground, as easy as a scarf blowing into the wind.

Yet the wind marks its cruelty known by taking us back, never allowing us to forget about our souls and who we’re meant to be.

Earbuds harness our power to forget once again, continuing…


Gravel detests the throbbing strollers undeserving of the dust that settles beneath.

Stones fly high into the air, only to return to their home in the ground.

The murky dew hedging between the rocks performs a sticky operational pull, as if they are being forced to evacuate home.

The moldings take shape, one by one, and the gray stones flounder further into the earth.

But the bouncing of the stroller presses onward, oblivious to the disruption of the stone’s true path.

Is life as simple as a stroller pushing us aside, creating a new journey for us to follow in…


Shouting praises of loved ones doesn’t suffice any longer.

The wicked ways of the world have us tuning into our television sets, night after night.

But soon we become strangers.

We become selfish, absorbed in our own needs and desires, doubting our capabilities of helping anyone else, no matter what their watches say.

Time fools us into believing we always have more.

But what are you doing this very minute? This very hour?

Time is never meant to be prescribed, but it can demean our own selves.

We should be free to fly kites at midnight.

We should be free…


Spending time watching the rain sweep away at the story cement, I stare blankly into the misty fog of outside air.

My eyelashes play with wetness as the rest of my body shuffers, dripping droplets of clear liquid down my shirt and all the way toward my feet, creating an epic splash heard around the block.

Except no one is there.

Not one soul.

Where am I?

Thoughts grabble and grasp onto thin strips of the wild, where memories abound and secrets flare, asking to be released.

Rebuilding the pieces within us take time, just as water mimics our greatest…

Danielle Perlin-Good

Danielle Perlin-Good is The Written Legacy Coach. Learn how you can unleash your legacy today: www.danielleperlingood.com

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