Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Untitled Poem #18

I think of myself
The child I was once
And now the woman
I think of time
Of the past
Which was once the present
Of the future
And the possibility of
Becoming a now
And now…fleeting
I think of life
What it has been
What it has become
Inextricable coils
It is so sad
So complicated
So painful
Yet so beautiful…
Ahh…I feel so beautiful
And yet so old
So indifferent
Death…here I am
Ahh… it is that time of
The year again
When I get emotional
And funny too…

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