The Blank Page of Posterity
Best & worst teen years
It’s a sunny day by the water.
I face myself in a skewed after-thought.
What do I see, what do I hear?
Green water, soft-murmuring splashes
The lake offers for musing.
What will I be in future?
What will I do tomorrow?
By the success of schoolgirl dreams
I can only whisper possible scenes
That come crashing like a nightmare
Holding hostage my heart
That tries to keep up with its blood
Fusing each blank page for posterity.
What will my children think of me?
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