Echoes of Myself
**(This poem is dedicated to all affected by ALS and FTD)
Whispers collide, remnants of me
I catch glimpses, memories
Echoes of my life, an angry haze
Broken body, fractured mind
Forgotten, all I am and was
Storms rage, echoes of us
Shattered reflections, broken hearts
Lost within these fading parts
Yet through the darkness, faint and small,
A spark remains, defies the fall
In fractured silence, hope still gleams—
Echoes softened into dreams.
TJO
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