Self-Reflection

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I remember the days of my childhood, and the simplicity of living. I remember so well my youth, and the curiosity that each day brought. I remember the parting of my youth and the arrival of my discontent as I began to see the world as it really was.

SELF-REFLECTION

By Al Garcia

I remember the days of my childhood, and the simplicity of living.  I remember so well my youth, and the curiosity that each day brought.  I remember the parting of my youth and the arrival of my discontent as I began to see the world as it really was.  And now I remember only glimpses and glances of what I used to be.

How sad to hardly remember the child I once was -- held, caressed and cherished in arms that once cradled me and loved me.  How sad to look back to when I began to ask and probe and test the power of my intellect, and to now no longer feel the curiosity or the inspiration of my imagination that once raged within my very being.  And now I find myself with only fading memories of who I used to be.

How strange to see myself for who I am and not for who I used to be.  How time has ravished my childhood, my youth and now begins to overtake what’s left of me and the remaining figments of my dreams and hopes that still reside inside of me.

Nightmares and daydreams have replaced so much of me.  It is now all about what was and not much of what is to be.  This is the part that frightens me, that I may soon be only a reflection of what I used to be.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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