The imprint of thoughts

Lays heavy on my mind.

Recollection frees them,

As I write what I find.

There's no duplication.

Each is independent,

Seeking release as I choose,

In a story of a life spent.

No transgressions intended,

To the implied content.

Just a summation contained

In the boundaries of memories.

There they are, free as a bird.

No longer held captive in time.

Their footprints removed,

No longer do they pine.