time has been the only thing consistent in my life-
the passing of days and the ticking of clocks
looking back now i see a reflection of who i used to be
the image is smashed amongst a thousand different mirrors
the shards of glass only show a once known girl
someone who i miss every now and then
the blue room is changing colors
faded out by the train's distant whistle
falling leaves and faded blooms only time will tell
one simply assumes
there is nothing left in this jar of pain staking jelly
sweet sticky remains of seedless strawberries
picked with love and savored with every bite
my knife scrapes against the glass
searching for something more
looking past the stranger at my door---
out to a window of fresh air
only to inhale a deep breath of clarity (sigh*Ah! Air!)
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