There's a constant summer I once knew.
That left me concealed in eternal eclipse.
Its essence pulsated my reckless abandon.
Wantonly weaved its way
through the fragments of my freedom.
Consciously it coiled
traced itself
into my skin.
Soldered itself
to my perception of life.
Entered me against my will.
Burned itself
into my memory.
Etched itself
into my charm.
Forever altered my identity
then left me to face the world alone.
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Intermission
PoesíaPoetry written many years ago. I found my voice and lost it. As a step towards recovering my voice I decided to share these poems.
