Poem: Flashback 

December, Minsk, and I came back here
and my Flashbacks returning too

Minsk's embrace, where memories lie,
Confronting ghosts under December's sky.

Though pain lingers, and shadows persist,
I find resolve, in trials I've missed.

No longer captive to what was mine,
I stride forward, leaving the past behind.

Each tear shed, a bridge to the new,
In this dance of healing, I find my truth.

Beneath December's veil, though memories ensnare,
I seize my strength, amidst the winter's cold air.


december 2024 
by Venis P'elte