All Along Poem by Lyndsey Grant

I give pieces of myself each time
Soft slowly curling tendrils
Buzzing with all the world
Sharp tongues fill deep hearts
You don't know
what it is
that I see
I couldn't tell you even if I tried
Humming joy stinging truths
Glassed memory makes it feel true
But I see
I see it all
Curious gazes transfixed on timeless insecurities; we are not our parents children
Forgotten spirits floating in space
Returning to grace
I am not she who was there before