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Posted by Mary D'Alba on Wednesday, August 11, 2010, In : Poetry 

As I look through my memories,

I see the black and white,

the color, the frayed, the bright,

I see it all in front of me,

the good, bad and ugly.

Some of the memories

don't have a meaning for me anymore.

Some of the memories

seem like they happened yesterday.

Some of the memories

aren't as clear as they once were.

Some of the memories

are so detailed I can see buttons on a shirt.

I think about these memories

like they are pages in my book.

Some are worn, print is faded

but i...

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In The Shadows

Posted by Mary D'Alba on Wednesday, March 3, 2010, In : Spiritual 
~One From The Archives.  Enjoy!~
In the shadows
Hides the past
The things I thought I left behind
The people who impacted me
In the shadows
Hides my clear sight
The soft hue is fuzzy and grey
The confusion sets in
In the shadows
Hides my fears
The burden I no longer want to carry
But the shadows flicker with reminders
In the shadows
Hides my pain
A reminder of tragedy gone by
Threatening to show themselves in the light
In the shadows
I remind myself it isn't real
They are fading, f...

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