Blurred

Where do I start and end?

Am I measured from my head,

To the tips of my toes,

Or by the space I take up in a bed?

Am I merely blood and bone,

Or the expanse of my mind too?

The way my thoughts shape-shift,

Bury, or lift to see me through?

Do I encompass the places I've been,

Or those I'll never see?

Is it the way I conduct myself,

Or how you once looked at me?

Perhaps it's the weight on my shoulders,

Or the burdens I've passed on?

Or the blurred spots in my memory,

I won't remember when I'm gone.

❤ S

‘Blurred’ was originally shared on this blog on 08/11/2017

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