Sealed in a Bottle


I wish that I could

encapsulate the remnants

of all our faded memories.

Perhaps, keep them in

a tiny glass bottle

and pop the lid every 

once in a while

To breathe you in;

to remember that

the good old days

were not mere fantasies

that I cooked up

inside my muddled brain.

To convince myself

that once upon a time

you existed in this life

and that love was a reality.

Zaid Ismail

Author, life coach, and mental health activist. We need to change the narrative from disorders, illnesses, and survival to accountability, understanding, and thriving.

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