Fighting My Own Mind
My Poem About My Fear of Dementia
I’m Sophia, aren’t I?
The woman whose love runs deep but fear runs deeper,
Even when my mind escapes me,
I will find my way home.
The woman whose love runs deep but fear runs deeper,
She fears the unknown even when it’s known.
I will find my way home,
Even when I’ve lost my way.
She fears the unknown even when it's known,
The forgetfulness of mundane tasks and friendly faces.
Even when I’ve lost my way,
Those who love me remind me.
The forgetfulness of mundane tasks and friendly faces,
Even when my mind escapes me,
Those who love me, remind me,
I’m Sophia, aren’t I?
About the Creator
Sophia Rosado
Hey! My name is Sophia.
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