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

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