My very first great loss as an artistic came at the end of 2009. A year, I might add, that did wonders for me in the negative aspects of life. So as it is, 2009 ended badly. I lost about 13,000 files from my computer to a dumb mistake that I had allowed myself to make. Files containing approximately 10 years worth of work. Short stories, poetry, essays, chapters to a book I was writing and about 8,000 photographs containing years of endless memories. Needless to say, I lost everything I, as a writer, ever wrote. Perhaps a lot of people may not see this as such a great loss. But when someone who is steering their lives towards words, it was the biggest digital death of my life. With despair, anger and sadness, my busy mind was at work. The following piece of poetry, I guess you can call it that, comes from the following days of mourning.
Mourning the loss of words and images,
Yet sounds remain the same.
Perhaps this loss will stir a refuge,
A home, a dream - in vain.
A chaotically written past stands
Pure in a memory so strange
And forward must remain
As a new chance for change.
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