a birthday is approaching
another memory kicks in.
it's somewhat vague
yet it lingers,
just another blurry haze.
and now it's repeating.
i can't say it was traumatic,
it doesn't leave me trembling
and it's not making my throat dry
but it does
make me flinch a little
it does make me hitch my breath
and yet
why would it traumatize me if i wanted it to happen.
why would it traumatize me if i begged for it,
if i'm still begging for it,
if i still dream of it.
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Author:
vic. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2022 00:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
personally, I choose to cheat!
I have given myself a different
metric for age
see, with me
my heart, has its own - parallel
yet self determined, age
so whatever my birth certificate
tries to dictate
for me personally, my true age
is determined by my heart
not its physical health or condition
but its capacity
to hope, dream and aspire
for those opportune giggles
of a whimsically, light-hearted
life...
lol
(thanks for sharing
really like your title)
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