Just For Me
Loss of oneself so long ago.
Years, centuries; I really don't know.
It seems like yesterday, so real it is.
Imagines of then, most always win.
I will myself to think of now.
But haunting memories still surface somehow.
Deep inside a wounded soul.
Crater of size, the hole ~
One after another I'm put to the test.
Was life ever normal? Some would say yes.
Different I was and will always be
But God has His plan just for me.
poem and photograph copyrighted@Linda Elaine Calhoun 2000