Impressions
All things pass,
Leaving their scars
Upon our skin.
Moments of ecstasy.
Trauma.
All of it, fleeting
Yet stubborn,
Fixed in its place.
The remains are there
For all to see,
A reminder not of who I am,
But of how
I have been made.
What can I be
But a palimpsest of
My experiences?
Shaped by how
I have lived.
Living by how
I have been
Shaped.
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…impressions… very well put, I love it….
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Perfection in each verse…. Wow! Loved it. 🙂
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That’s definitely too kind, but thank you 🙂
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A few things leave an impact…(or should I say impression!) This was one of them.
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Great poem, beautifully written! 😀
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Very kind, thank you for stopping by!
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Lovely…really feel with this poem… See my words at:
gramswisewords.blogspot.com
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