Poem: Things Are Not The Same

Things are not the same, no longer stuck in the same refrain

I am broken and sent away but that’s okay.

We start again, step by step

I drag them along so they don’t forget,

we’re okay but it’s not the same

little differences remain.

in sleep, I am inside out

colourful edges folded over

and in this I am about, wandering all over again.

When we stand still, we’re not the same

a little taller in our frame,

our faces wired and weary

but times of change can make us whole again,

we walk farther, find our markers –

little spots of refuge along the way

and when we’re done, and we’re asleep again

it’s okay if things are not the same.


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