There is a choice we sometimes make
To change the human we’ve become;
The bread we knead from who we were,
The loaf we bake from just one crumb
And in that, there’s a purity –
The search to seize our life anew —
That rush that comes from joyful change:
To know you reinvented
You
i find this a publicizing poem for I’m not a bit sure one can reinvent oneself only perhaps what one does with one’s self. The self remains the same.
You’re right literally. I’m talking more about how change feels.
Wait! i thought i wrote puzzling poem, not publicizing poem but perhaps it does bring attention to the process and feeling.
did i ever mention that i distrust words intensely? For one thing they scramble when i try to write them or they evaporate. And then they often obfuscate the truth of what i mean/meant to say.