Poem #1

It’s hard,
sometimes,
to think back
and remember

the person I was.
Occasionally,
I am
ashamed of her.
Occasionally,
she is
ashamed of me.

I suppose that we
are often both right
about the reasons
for our shame, but
I also suppose that we
should be more forgiving

of one another.
She didn’t know
what I do,

and I
am still learning.

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0 Responses to Poem #1

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I already read this. What is it about you that makes me go this far back looking for who you are? Again?

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