Lesson 28

I forget, at times, I’m not 18
anymore, but then I start to cry
thinking of the wounds I’ve since carried
which makes me remember my age.

When I’m happy, I feel 18,
16 even, and sometimes 9,
but the wounds then ache, and I remember
I’m 28 and growing older still.

I was a clear pane of glass.
I started to crack I don’t know when,
and although there are certain parts
of me you can see through. It’s not the same.




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Written on 2024-11-03 at 15:10

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh My! still at it. Lesson 28.
a beautiful glass....and your poems are stained glass.
Amazingly unfiltered.
2024-11-03


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your style, bare, harsh
2024-11-03