Who Am I
As i walk through the dense cold fog
Fog that seems to invade my thoughts.
Thoughts that slip by disguised as if whispered
Whispered stories of times I've forgotten.
Forgotten tidbits of joy like sprinkles of light.
Light that shine bright
Bright enough to kill the shadows
Shadows that haunt me
Me? Who am I?
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2023
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