Who is this
A memory staring at me.
A sketch etched in glass.
A shimmer of who I am now.
My time is not done.
My future isn’t drawn with blade and remorse.
I can’t be the person I once was
I can’t live in the past, even in good moments.
I shall be a collision of the past, present, and future.
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[Poem #35. Image by jesuscm via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]