Memories of a childhood haunt me,
Memories that I'm not supposed to claim;
Memories that show me in a better light,
Memories that compel me to disown the blame.
Parodies of expectations in my paraplegic eyes,
A sorry smile to counter the apologetic silence,
And as the soothing weariness smothers out the disbelief;
It becomes easy, so easy, to ignore the resemblance.
"Have We Met Before", a question that lingers
Against the neurons of my lost and found,
I question the imagery known as my self,
Maybe I am somebody else, a coincidence that came around.