I have turned over leaves
again and again
until all I had left
were twisted, splitting stems,
and the resolves I was spouting
were the same
just recycled,
and the hopes I was clutching
were dim
and uninviting.
Now I am taking the time,
to untangle myself.
To find the answers
in stories already spent.
There is no starting over,
no beginning again.
I am me and I am I,
I do not wish to be anyone else.
I love this, especially the ending. Reminds me of the “new year, new me” thing, except you’re still the same you and it’s just another day. You have to work with what you have.
Exactly. This year my blog hasn’t done as well as last year, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t built on what I had in 2015. I haven’t achieved all my 2016 targets but I’m closer than I was in January.
It may take me longer to get where I want to be than expected but it doesn’t mean I won’t get there. Thanks for reading and commenting. It’s nice to hear people are reading my work and enjoying it. 🙂
This is beautiful!
Thank you, I’m really glad you think so. I’ve been focusing more on stories than on poetry recently so it’s good to know I haven’t lost the knack.