Reflections in B Minor

Louder, softer sounds
any sound at all,
and I am overwhelmed.
Doubt is thicker than blood
but I know too much
that cannot be cut out.
I am overwhelmed.
Forget this,
forget you,
forget who you are
and where I met you
and what your voice sounds like when your first words in the morning
are to me.
Am I me? Am I you?
Am I a third person voice reading her own adventure
Why can I write only questions?
I used to write certainties.
Now my pen swerves and dots
to wonder if there are any.

Post written by Kathleen McNerney


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