It has been a nostalgic trip down memory lane, fuelled by several cups of tea. Whilst I have managed to cull the 2 boxes and one suitcase to one box, I thought I would share a couple of poems I wrote when I think I was 13, to immortalise them digitally before throwing them away.
"ME"
In the mirror the face I know
Looking at the familiar present
And viewing the memorable past
looking at the flaws
admiring the perfections
Touching up to nothing
Trying to impress no one
I am who I am
And I'm searching for that proof
But will I find it in my reflection?
Or is it in the x-ray of my inside
where and how
Or am I at my full?
Can't I be anything else?
Or will I take that shadow
of what I should be
Well, stuff you
I am who I am
and that's me....
How I had that much perspective when I was 13, I really don't know. I don't really remember writing it, except the 3rd to last line. That definitely sounds like something I would have said way back in the days before I grew boobs.
I've got a couple more, which I will bring out of the woodwork (can't really say that these days, I'll bring out of the depths of my computer's hard drive?) when I don't have anything to write about.
It was lovely being able to look back and smile at all the birthday cards and notes I received from family and friends. I talk in my blog post "Down to the letter" about how letters are special moments in time we can pick up and relive, hold in our hands, tuck under our pillows. Whilst many of mine are now on the burning pile, I had 2 afternoons of warm fuzzies because of them.
So thanks.
Also apologies for the dodgy formatting on this post, because reasons.
Let me leave you with this delightful collage I made when I was 11. Take a moment to tuck those small strands of hair at the front of your face behind your ears and appreciate some familiar faces in all their 2002 glory.
Jj
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