The looker inside my brain has fogged over a memory of a life I believe I once lived People—lots of people Parties—lots of parties Laughter—forgotten Happiness never conceived— Onslaught of pains Shame Shame Shame I’ve morphed into who I knew I was from inside-out Ashamed to expose the truth Lost in not knowing— But now I do. The looker in my brain asks how— Why hold the fog On high ground? Not now Not now Not now.
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I really enjoyed this!
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Thanks so much, Michele! 🙋🏻♂️
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Beautiful poem
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