much seems magnified
much seems magnified in June
longest days
memories of significances
records kept and then forgotten until a subtle reminder
so much brought to light
I am yet to become a new and improved version, apparently
though I keep trying
all I can do is try
I fear very little except losing
which means I must win
the best of times and worst, except it’s not the best
it’s a season of making do
and I’m tired
tired of nearly everything but no respite is in sight
meaning I cling to certain thoughts and brevity
books, music, and moments stolen, get me through
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I can relate to these sentiments. Like your poem!