This change of life means I am never me
The me I was when you lived by my side
Who I am now, nobody can see
We walked on long white beaches edging sea
Where horses cantered in the spacious wide
But changing life means I am not your me
If you were here I know you would agree
That losing half our soul makes us afraid
Who I am , will any human see?
I live and feel like lost, cold refugee
Even as the memories pale and fade
For changing life means I don’t feel like me
I love and cherish your red maple tree
The sun gleams through those twigs and sparrows play
Who I am , will any human see?
We take for granted what’s a normal state
The world seems solid,human, will not break
This change of life means I am never me
Who I am now, even I can’t see

I can so relate to this… Well written! 🙂
Thank you,Beckie.I am pleased you can relate to it
this is so powerful and moving. hard-hitting and profound, Katherine.
Peace and Equality for All ✌
Thank you so much,Afzal.
all thanks to you, for such words … peace ✌
So kind.:)
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