Became the character I created myself.
My past is not my future
Wrapped in an overcoat of love.
Sometimes trees take precedence over forests.
Climbs mountains, grasps stars, writes poetry.
Emerged from deep woods, returned forester.
Looking back, overjoyed with distance travelled.
First published in Smith Magazine six-word memoirs. Check it out for some short but powerful writing at
Smithmag.net
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