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Life is a collection of Post-it Notes Tiny pieces of paper making up the collage of my mind. These days though-- I'm not sure how well the glue is holding The stickiness is starting to fail The constant removal, Rearrangement Each note's move Changes the picture, Changes who I am. When at last those squares refuse to stick Notes come tumbling down Falling like rainbow colored rain A final flood of memories -- Then ... My mind's awash Thoughts all a- jumble A gentle breeze, forceful as a hurricane Comes to blows the bits away Post-its scatter like leaves in the wind All that's left Is this blank yellow square Longing to be writ Once more
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Stumbling, Alzheimer's (Stroke)
Life is a collection of Post-it Notes Tiny pieces of paper making up the collage of my mind. These days though-- I'm not sure how well the glue is holding The stickiness is starting to fail The constant removal, Rearrangement Each note's move Changes the picture, Changes who I am. When at last those squares refuse to stick Notes come tumbling down Falling like rainbow colored rain A final flood of memories -- Then ... My mind's awash Thoughts all a- jumble A gentle breeze, forceful as a hurricane Comes to blows the bits away Post-its scatter like leaves in the wind All that's left Is this blank yellow square Longing to be writ Once more
I see it firsthand, I worry about the future, hold on to every memory, and take the time to create the most I can with the people I love.
#alzheimers
MegghanRae
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MegghanRae
F/Metro Detroit
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
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