It seems, every so often,
I arrive again at my own doorstep.
Always missing a few cogs,
Always with more flowers,
And more cracks
A bit taller,
And a bit wiser,
Wearing a different crown.
And I always dethrone myself,
Always.
Always.
-Autumn
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It's healthy to reinvent yourself, or change as you go through life. It's an opportunity to learn something or grow into a different skin. And you never know, you may like the person you're becoming. ;)
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
