An unfinished painting
Empty bottles
Scattered remnants of childhood passed
One by one erased
Moved on to another home
Another life
Am I giving up who I was?
Or is starting anew a blessing?
Hanna Garvey
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Restless
No space
Condensing
More space than I need
Too much to feel comfortable
It’s narrow
The ceiling too low
These oddly shaped spaces
I can never sleep.