Cathy the Librarian

sometimes
I do not know
who I am

I am a child
giggling
and foolish

I am floating
bits and pieces
never whole

I am the wind
rustling leaves
but always invisible

I am frightened
of my mind
how it changes

I am the old woman
muttering incoherently
bent over in pain

I am the clutter
in your mind
muddying and muddling

I am worried
always worried
of being alone

I am a pattern
broken

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