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within my frame
there is a tracing of a pattern and an outline which was once my old self if I glance inward and concentrate I begin to recognize old vestiges of all the former versions of me does anyone see All when they look into my violet eyes and then do they accept my entirety my panoramic view? what do I do when I meditate on the whole should I dissect out that which I don't want others to know? do I patch up the ragged parts fill in the lost days to make of myself a better whole? the better show? what is it to be entire and yet know in my own tapestry there are many frayed and showing holes? and why is it that so many make it their goal to self-improvementize you LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE 5:39am 1/9/2021 TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR0 THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. Vote for this poem |
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