Hope in the Memory

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I've bid my treasure of thoughts
away on memories,
stored in quiet corners
of my mind that no one bothers
to explore anymore.
And for good reason, I suppose.
Come winter season, we open
the stores of memory as though
reviewing them, caressing the faded
edges, will remind us that today -
the only time we really have -
isn't so bad.
And we succeed.
We smile, glad that the same old fears -
and the joys that come with it -
haven't changed.
We haven't changed, not really.
There is some form of us
that flows with time,
bending to the rhyme and reason
of at-times pleasing, more often
unpleasing, occurrences in our lives
somewhat seeming so short.
But in our core, we know for sure
that we haven't changed.
And I suppose that is the hope
we cling to, reinforced
 by the memories we've stored
in each of our little corners
of mind.
So I don't mind if anyone
hasn't bothered to explore
my treasures of thought -
and now, at once, memories -
lately.
In due time,
we'll come to find ourselves,
reminding ourselves,
our little hopes
in the memories.
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Not feeling up to changing the format of the poem. I don't know, I think the words hold up well enough without the format having to emphasize certain words.

Cheers!

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