I Remember
I remember my first time arriving in America
The way the aroma of fresh pine lingered in the air
And how the new wind carried the scent of burnt leaves
I remember the brisk taste of the cool breeze
Like a glass of water, refreshing, but the taste I cannot grasp
My mother's touch shook my fear and gave me something to hold on to
It was a soothing flame with the touch of an angel
I remember the infinite night sky and a cluster of towering buildings
How the bright lights hid the lurking shadows and how the city bustled with the life I never knew
Each time I recall this memory, I look back as I feel a bittersweet pain pry at my heart
Heart tearing, I remember feeling the pain of leaving my old life and starting a new, as if closing a book to start writing another
But I remind myself that ever since that day, I've chosen to let go and fill in the pages that have been unwritten.
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