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I Can See My Soul

Mama is gone.
Another woman lives inside her now, and
when I’m with her time entangles the past and present.

I see no tomorrow.

In my mind I hear pleading in Mama’s once strong,
sweet voice.
I feel the wrinkles time has etched in the softness
of her clammy light brown skin.
I embrace a brief rush of love pouring from her out-stretched arms,
and I cry
from deep,
deep
deep 
within my heart.

Mama is gone.
Another woman lives inside her now.
She’s cold and frightening …
And whenever I think of her
I become like a child
locked
inside a dark, dark closet

And I swear …
I can see my soul.

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