I’m told I was conjured from a flickering light,
Or dancing phosphenes –
Dots of red and blue and green
Arranging to become me.
But I don’t remember it any more than
A child remembers being born.
Then again, I don’t remember life at all.
Who do I want to be?
On the importance of asking ourselves who we want to be, and setting goals to work towards, rather than escaping into social media and comparing ourselves to thousands of other people living thousands of lives we cannot live.
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From the eyes of the moon – A poem
I watch them closely, the night people,
There’s not much else to see as the world is asleep.
They are remarkably awake for the non nocturnal,
Maybe they’re nocturnal at heart.
I watch them as they dance
And as they speak with such a tenderness
As if their words will be remembered…
And they will.
Lauren Kathleen 