Sometimes I go back to read what I wrote a while ago
Nostalgia unfolds, I feel the memories flow
I try to remember the circumstances in which I had created
That specific piece of writing, was I feeling anxious or irritated
Was I pessimistic, disillusioned or despondent
Or was I feeling centered, calm and content?
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Sometimes the day is etched sharp in my memory
Something significant had happened in my life history
My experience I had felt compelled to memorialize
In words so poignant they still bring tears to my eyes
Sometimes I remember the younger me
Who had penned something with the kind of audacity
That has faded away with the wisdom of age
My writing rarely reflects outright outrage..
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My verses offer me a window into the past that is my own
And an encouraging reminder of how much I have grown
Passion...unbridled 