In my mind I see that image,
Crystal clear as day.
Of all the things I've walked through wondering,
Why'd this happen today.
I've held them dear inside me,
Like a lifeline to myself.
But who am I if all that's me,
Is old memories on a shelf.
In order to reinvent myself,
I must look to my youth.
And sever old and cancerous ties,
To create room for new roots.
To the memories I'll look,
One last time I think.
Before I pitch them in the shadows,
To create a new uplink.
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Who is He?
PoesiA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
