🪷On looking at my childhood photos

recent reflections upon encountering old photo albums

The me in my head
  was awkward, odd,
inferior to others,
  and a wretch to God.

Now when I look
   at those photos, I see
someone loveable
   who was me.

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a childhood photo of me

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In the notebook

(This emerged fully formed…after days of my being poemlessly deep in reflections on this theme.)

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