Carrying On, Not Starting Over

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.

 

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Daily Post: Renewal