I Haven’t Met The New Me Yet


 My past selves 

Lain strewn about the firmament 

Of my life 

Slowing rotting away 

Their decay, glorious 

They selflessly pave the way 

For the newer me to emerge 

They form a rich soil 

Which feeds the energy of who I need to become 

Never a failure 

No matter how brief their existence 

They live on under my feet 

Under my skin 

Within my breath 

Forever giving thanks 

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