Inner Conflict

Stranger
among a sea of new faces.
Old ones reappearing
demanding attention.
Torn between past and present.
Afraid to hurt
yet inner mind
tranquil
knowing
years can never separate
the bond.
Friendly faces
eager to please.
Never quite the same.
Still a stranger
in many ways
leaving transient impressions
except to few.

© Brenda Aksionov 1979

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