What is the thing I fear the most?

It’s so hard to choose just one.

To forget words.

To forget names.

To forget faces.

I don’t care if those faces forget mine.

I care if I forget the faces that I call mine.

So, I write my words down every chance that I get.

Just in case I forget that words exist.

One day these words will help me remember that I did exist.

Published by Mariana Allsop

I am the rose that grew from concrete. Amongst the weeds, I survived against all odds.

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