#57 of 365 – “remembrance”



I am confused by my past

don’t know which parts are real

don’t know what I remember

or what I’ve chosen to conceal


I can’t remember a time

before something was wrong

a time before feeling

I didn’t belong


something, not good happened

too soon after birth

that changed how I shuffle my time

on this earth


wish I could be sure

of what stole away my sleep

and left my emotions

in a disheveled heap


but my memories from age three

are only images, at best

and the image that has haunted me

is one of incest


it is the remembrance of today, however,

in which I now invest


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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