For anyone who has dealt with anyone with memory loss or going through it this poem is for you.

In the labyrinth of lost thoughts, I wander,
Through shadows of forgetting, I'm torn asunder.
Memories, like stars, fade into the night,
Leaving me stranded in a relentless fight.

The weight of confusion, an endless burden,
In the depths of despair, my spirit downtrodden.
Each fleeting moment, a painful sting,
As I grapple with the absence that memories bring.

But amidst the chaos, a glimmer appears,
A beacon of light to quell my fears.
Intuition, steadfast and true,
Guiding me through the darkness, anew.

In the silence of my mind's abyss,
I find solace in this light's gentle kiss.
For though my memories may fade and blur,
My intuition remains, unwavering and sure.

So I reach for that light, with arms outstretched,
Embracing the wisdom it has etched.
Turning darkness into divine knowledge,
I find strength in the depths of my homage.

In the dance of shadows, I find my way,
Through the maze of forgetting, I'll boldly stray.
For intuition's light, a beacon so bright,
Leads me from darkness into boundless light.