I often wonder what she was really like:
the little girl I used to be.
I’ve heard so many stories
and I’ve imagined so many moments
I no longer know which memories are true
and which are figments – fragments
of pillow thoughts or wandering daydreams.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally
“I no longer know which moments are true” That place in a condition of stasis, while mind’s are all racing.
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