The Past of Me

1–2 minutes

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The past of me,
A stranger now
A faded memory

Her quiet voice
Her shaking hands
Her breath so hard to catch

But how did I grow
How did I change
How did I get
To this free place

The pills perhaps
The challenges faced
The new life I was forced to make

I’m not sure how –
Don’t think I care
Just glad I got to here from there

Finally the real me
Is free to stretch and breathe
So I rub my eyes
Stand up and yawn
From these 19 years of sleep

T
© 2004

The past of me, A stranger now A faded memory Her quiet voice Her shaking hands Her breath so hard to catch But how did I grow How did I change How did I get To this free place The pills perhaps The challenges faced The new life I was forced to make I’m not…

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