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.   Daily Post: Renewal