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DEBRIS

Do I need to go there to that place where I was?

Must I visit a space inside my head and pull out the debris of hidden memory…

Is there a reason for discussion, a theory to revamp?

Rehash what has been… is now a cold case

Why for crying out loud? Its already done, move on…

You, I, us, we together, me too.

We are here my sisters, soulmates in a crime… a war of something we want to go away

It’s a shadow of a memory, not wanting to show its full resolution

A mock up of clearly defined faces and forms

Feeling the pressure in this “keep it together” Prozac driven society

We must “look together” …

Clothes matched just so, with a certain flow of style…

Posture ever so aligned…

A voice, a vocabulary showing no cadence of one damaged

Eyes never flinching or looking like she, you, I, me too was ever at that place.

The space inside our heads, the debris of hidden memories.

By. Carol Douglas-Welter

February 2018.