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A Poem For My Pillow
to my future self, from my past self.
A pillow poem for my future self, from myself
to be read on my birthday.
Rewind — 12 Oct 2021;
Lurking in shadows
hiding in plain sight
fighting dizzying darkness.
I’m still me, can’t you see?
I’m still me, can’t you hear?
I’m still me, don’t you care?
I’m still me, but a bit useless,
I’m still me, but unemployed
Crying — trying to break free.
Searching for something,
someone, to set me free!
Fast forward — 12 Oct 2022;
Dancing in the light
celebrating in plain sight
enjoying life every day.
I’m still me, shall we have fun?
I’m still me, can you hear me sing?
I’m still me, shall we boogie dear?
I’m still me, employed and having fun
I’m still me, making a difference in life
Crying, with joy thanking my — Lord.
Searching no more for someone,
or something, because I’m — free!
