Memoir writer scans
back through an old volume as
history unfolds.
Memories expose
misspent youth searching for love
craving acceptance.
I find new meaning
looking back through life’s mirror
growing sharper scales.
I know who I am
other people don’t define
what my ideals are.
Cementing footprints
leaving my mark on the world
a poet lived here.
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