honed and honeyed



dusty thoughts of who I was
compartmentalized
for rainy days seem worlds away
I think of the me that was
in the time that is now
everything that I lived
and lived me has honed
and honeyed me
good or bad right or wrong
I'm bound to my past nevertheless
unchanged fettered yet free

by Trish Shields
011104



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