On an empty canvas
i slowly draw an outline of me
but I disappear within those lines
and the border are no longer
who I am

Transforming
ever changing
Free me if you have captured
a photo of me
Kept me in your memory
I am caged there
awaiting to be released

It's what we tend to do
Keep hostages of past selves
We don't see how it is now
The jigsaw which fitted yesterday
is missing pieces today.