My Mind Becomes The Lines I Remember

MY MIND BECOMES THE LINES I REMEMBER

My mind becomes the lines I remember
I repeat them over and over
I hear them inside myself
Again and again.

My mind becomes the lines I remember
Until
I can no longer bear to be still-
And I hear other lines
Writing themselves within me
And calling themselves ‘My poem’.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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