From the fog of war I fled,
Into this mist of sanctuary.
Escaping the dreaded known,
For the uncertain, unknown.
This new land offers just a moment’s respite,
A chill that comforts but yet,
The horrors of what I remember,
Will never leave me.
© 2021 S Phua
Yes, yes, memories remain with us as the future presents possibles — so well said in the line ‘a chill that comforts but yet –‘ Thank you!