Memory dissolves reflection

So thousands are deprived

Deliberation leaves

But it still existed

There is evidence to prove that

I am truly

That I won’t know of want

That even brick by brick

I can build and be rebuilt

My memory leans

Patient, obedient

Waiting, wanting to be remembered

Hoping to be seen

But reflection is my prison

Where I make my way down

I’ve been tossed

Flung aside

Just like anything useful has

But exploring eyes know the depth

Of wanderings worried

And secrets kept

Published by Jen