Mixed Media
“what once was me continues on.”
I am a sculpture I do not remember
carved by passing echoes
what once was me continues on
a bundle of scars, sensations, and time locked away
what is the present (currency, now)
if not endless relining by unknown hands
not mine
not anything
.
everything
.
I have forgotten half of my identity
the key of many descends
metal like flaked iron scratches deep into my throat
cells shift and swallow its coarse particles
I am not foreign to the pain
I am here
I was there
.
I will be all that I can’t remember
.
I won’t forget enough
.
I will reline forever until the layers cease.
About the Creator
Bridget Couture
An aspiring author and poet with an unquenchable love for books. Can often be found typing intensely or substituting reading for sleep.
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Lovely poem. There's a sense of longing here that really resonates.
Unless you begin to peel back the layers one by one like an onion. In which case the question becomes, when you peel back that last layer, what do you think you'll find? Beautifully, painfully evocative poem, Bridget.