Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I know who I am,
Until I don’t,
Until I can’t figure out
That my behavior doesn’t look like Me,
I know Me,
Until I don’t;
It’s then that my beloveds catch me
As I freefall,
They hold me back,
They have my back,
Even when I
Don’t recognize it.
I am processing,
All the recent things,
Rehashing what was
To understand what is;
This is difficult, necessary labor,
To birth the new,
the next
version of me,
With an upgrade in process,
Excuse any confusion
While my system comes up to date.
She of Letters 