I.
Life is rather repetitive
Reocurring growth and grief and glee
I’ve met myself a hundred times over
Each one more she than me
Every person we meet we recognize
Someone yesterday bore their name
Their life reads just like history
Predictable in dawn and aim
How glad I am to return to you
Half-heartedly yet in familiarity
How glad I am to be known by you
In dread and sincerity
II.
When it tangles and knots
In places unseen by most
The sun bows down to ask
Who may aid – may devote
Only few manage to untie
The endless string that we are
Yet you wove me in shape in a day
Though surely from afar
As I give back what has been lent
I find doors fused shut by fear
A key the shape of courage
If willing to come near
III.
To some I may have spiraled
To others I have learned
To myself I clung as waves to the sea
To all I have returned