Through a Timeline No Sham
Seize her. Time to measure me. Look at a deeper, truer image.
Memory from 68 years past. Imagination, hearsay, mystery, photographs.
Unsaid words, uncluttered thoughts, driven by the wind, caressed by the sun.
I see a bony framed child on a bike.
I see a monster beside me. Be still. I am so afraid.
I see an insecure adolescent.
I see a sad faced girl - confused.
Who is she?