My memory is murky
like looking through old glass
which is technically a liquid and
continues to shift, settle
and eventually distort all that
is viewed through aging panes.
I have been a weaker
girl at times and though I am
older now I still feel the child inside
striving to be stronger
to stand for something
bigger than myself.
To gain a clear vision is a
struggle, daily, hourly, by the
awkward, antsy minute.
I fidget, pen in hand
these words a way of trying to
clean windows on the fading past.
@ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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