Ode To A Picture Found In My Purse

Poetry

Fading away in the time cycles,

Long forgotten yet still dearer,

An image of my younger self,

Exists within deep pockets of a tattered purse.

Thank you for holding on together,

Taking me to an old period,

Of memories I cut from my soul,

With a ribs bone I sharpened to a carving knife.

Last evening, I was missing my old self.

The one who loved and lived to the fullest,

Regretting my heinous crime,

Of cutting a part of me that was very much me.

@Emily Parker

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Posted on

June 2, 2022

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