By Kimberli Alisa Wong
Today I realized I had been here before,
And, searching through old notes
I found this title, over an empty page,
An unwritten poem, which proved it.
I had wanted to forget
But the universe, I guess, won’t let me.
So I remember a different man,
Another face. A previous love, I guess,
Another one who
I put before myself.
Last time, the lesson was
Knowing I couldn’t fill the
Foundation of my life with another person,
That we build our own worlds first
Or everything, everything
Comes crumbling down.
This time, it’s knowing
I am enough, that what I have built
Has worth, and value,
And wisdom, and grace.
This one wants to act like
It doesn’t matter—
But I know who I am.
I know how precious and
Forgotten it is
To search for your own pieces
When the rest of the world
Walks the line
And you climb, in ecstasy
Towards the sky.
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