I found my books of dreams and cried, and cradled it to my chest. In every well-loved page there was a chronology of me. The true me. No conscious habit or thought to blur and warp, just stories and stories of a girl. Stories anyone and no one can understand. Thoughts I had no control over. Concepts with days of change. The land mines and vines of my own thoughts, simply recorded, with no reference to anything other than relaying the experience. I wept. It was me. I wept.
Pages
- Cut Diamond
- All too Frozen in this Pane
- Asleep.
- Berny
- Book of Dreams
- Burning
- Cardigan
- Chicken
- Children of Flies
- Heat Waves
- House of Pretty Sleepers
- Locky
- More Sea Stories
- Skinny Knees
- Snakes and Police
- Tea
- Underwater Phenomenon (part one)
- Underwater Phenomenon (part two)
- Wombat
- Birds Eye View
- Sea Ghosts.
- Spirit Bear
- Friday Morn
Eloise 
Beautiful – can you just put chronology of me – this fits with the way you have used language in the rest of the poem. We know it is a representation – you don’t need to say it and the poem is more poetic without this word.
Third time I’ve posted a comment….what’s happening. My suggestion is to remove representation because it’s not strong enough. Simply put “there was a chronology of me.”
Space before thoughts and a capital I Capital C concepts
This is third. The poems are a narrative – it’s quite surprising!