the final show

This poem is so profound, and even if I hadn't given the prompt lol, I could still interpret it as something far more significant than the prompt. The title immediately made me think of a death. Whether a death of a character, or a chapter in someone's life. I love how you phrased that you try to keep the noises inside. It made me think of altering ourselves to fit the mold, to fit society, or perhaps to not let what is running through our mind out. To not expose it to the world. But you finally let it out, and lose yourself to your memories un-bottled. Sorting through what is reality. I cannot get enough of those last two lines! It makes me think of so many things. When the concept of time escapes us, and perhaps we envision the end of this path in our life, but the future is still unknown. There is wonder in that, and anxiety, in knowing how things could end, or even doubting ourselves and never seeing anything through... but knowing that there could be a future. Just one we can't envision yet. One we can't dream up or assign memories to yet.

Loved reading this and so happy to see a new post!