Reflection

Faded ink on brittle paper
a mere impression of the thoughts
now evolved.
I'm trying to remember who you were,
When I was you,
only a few years past.

A decade of life
has altered your composition.
Where you were once so open,
that exuberance is muted.
Where you were once verdant,
your leaves have changed shape
and shade.

Your words were so innocently
unaware
So lacking in the experience
that now grounds you
Staring up and out
at the swirling chaos
of your world.
(poem 1 of 30)