mirror me

it turns out
that each day
is a collection
of yesterday’s
memories
nestled in corners
wound carefully
so as not to break
damage
fade
or disappear
edges folded and
patted down
wrapped in soft
cloth and placed
in velvet lined
boxes
i have gathered
these once-vivid
memories
stored
with
great care
lifted them gently
onto my lap
sitting in wonder
i question
who any of it
might matter to
save the
reflection
in this
morning’s
mirror

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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