Maybe tomorrow I will slip back into an old skin
To be momentarily reacquainted with
A memory, for the fun of remembering.
I will cloak myself in a costume of my past self,
Playing dress up in a skin and a mind once mine,
And the wrong-er it feels makes my new self feel right-er.
I will close my eyes and ignore the ill-fitting
Tight squeeze, stretched straps, and snapped seams.
For in a dance of vivid recall I remember: this,
This is what it once felt like to be me.
I wasn’t sure whether I was going to do a post like this – a reflection of last year. I just wasn’t entirely sure whether if was important or a completely worthwhile pursuit, simply because nothing has really changed except the numbers we use to label our days and life is still moving forward so…
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Lauren Kathleen 