For The Sunday Muse Prompt #176:
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When in the stillness
of the night, sleep
slips away, slowly –
my eyes heavy
with the weariness
of deferred respite –
I remember the road
from there to here,
how it turns
upon itself, snaking
this way and then that
and then disappears.
I remember that leaving
is for the living –
those who have learned
to gift the blessing
of forgiving
and forgetting
to the past.
A Geek's Life 
A wonderful philosophical bent to your poem … love it.
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“how it turns / upon itself” Yes, for sure.
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I like the message in your poem – leaving with gratitude and forgiveness. Lovely.
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The song, “I’m leaving, on a jet plane” came to mind.
Leaving is hard, best way is to leave in good terms.
But I won’t forget and didn’t really forgive.
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Love where the image took you. Sometimes we have to drive at the speed of philosophical when we reach rust and dust.
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I absolutely love this AJ! The reference to the road and it turning in on itself is wonderful and the closing lines really bring the message home beautifully!
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