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Mind of memories
All these memories trapped in a box,
called a mind
They are a million butterflies,
sailing in circles
Deciding when to appear in the view of awareness,
bursting with life
And I am left in awe
In a kind of shock
That was me
That was my life
Is it a change in ourselves
That makes the person we used to be
The way we used to see life
Seem animated and unreal
Like an actor in our skin doing things we thought we had only dreamt
A chapter is closing
The pages are written in ink that life makes us write
Will the new one make this chapter
This essence I am at this moment
Become so untouchable
That I will wonder who wrote these words
Was I once this person?
called a mind
They are a million butterflies,
sailing in circles
Deciding when to appear in the view of awareness,
bursting with life
And I am left in awe
In a kind of shock
That was me
That was my life
Is it a change in ourselves
That makes the person we used to be
The way we used to see life
Seem animated and unreal
Like an actor in our skin doing things we thought we had only dreamt
A chapter is closing
The pages are written in ink that life makes us write
Will the new one make this chapter
This essence I am at this moment
Become so untouchable
That I will wonder who wrote these words
Was I once this person?
Published 26th Feb 2022
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26th Feb 2022 00:22am
Hello! I like your lines: That I will wonder who wrote these words
Was I once this person?
I wonder the same thing when I go back and read what I wrote. I know it wasn't me!
Was I once this person?
I wonder the same thing when I go back and read what I wrote. I know it wasn't me!
10th Mar 2022 3:18pm
It's lovely to see these poems about moving forward, however painful the process might be.
Thank you for sharing this.
-M
Thank you for sharing this.
-M
