Time
We are the sum
of our experiences.
Nurture and Nature
combined into one soul.
Our memories of events
colored by the mood
we were in at the time.
Moods change. Time passes.
Looking into mirrors,reflections
of back passages, with night vision
we see backwards truths,
of what we thought
was the truth of our existence.
Black and whites, now blurred green
and glowing eerily, no longer clear
as experiences, challenge, and conflict.
One solid truth, nullifying others,
until we are swimming in a swirl
we can not even call gray because
strands of color in bands of
variegated shades still exist giving us something
to tie the threads of our past to.