Pockets of Memory

Sophia Mae Belisario

i no longer know how to love being alone with myself

but i remember this

the sound of chirping birds in the morning

the crackling of leaves as i step on them on the way to nowhere

the rustling of leaves on trees i don’t look at

the waves hitting the shoreline and pulling back over and over and over lulling me to a sense of

peace

i remember this

the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning

the taste of warm bread and butter i get on the way to nowhere

the wind against my skin from the shore i don't look at

and the idle chatter all around me lulling me to peace

i remember these

i have yet to remember what it was about being alone that i loved so much but i think of these

things as i wallow in the comfort of the embrace of those who love me

in the future, wherever you may be, i hope you get to experience all these all over again

and if not

if by some way you never love yourself

i hope that you at least remember what it is like

and hold these pockets of memory close to your heart and remember that for your sake at least,

i will never stop trying 

Author Bio

Sophia Mae Belisario was born and raised in the Philippines, a Southeast Asian country that houses more than seven thousand islands. She acquired a bachelor’s degree in language and literature in the University of the Philippines – Baguio and currently only writes during bouts of inspiration or distress. Sometimes she posts her work on her blog, but she more often keeps them hidden on her notes app and ignores them for eternity. 24-year old Sophia frequently enjoys video gaming in her free time and tries to return to the habit of reading. Instagram: @_mcdimp

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