2006, A Poetical Prosaic Review
We are, each of us, the sum total of our respective experiences. They not only shape us, but they become us. They are our flesh, our thoughts, and our feelings.
As I look back on this year, I see a great deal of pain. I see a great deal of loss. I see tears and traumas.
And I smile.
I see these things in vivid snapshot images and old home movies that play against the inside of my skull. The pictures are already a little faded, and there are scratches and dust spots already. It reminds me of the opening credits to THE WONDER YEARS.
I see these things in scar tissue, both literal and figurative. The events of this past year have given me a thicker skin and yet made me more sensitive. I am more guarded and yet more open than I have been in recent memory.
I see all these things and I know I am strong.
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