Reborn

A Poem

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I don’t miss
What was
What is
A reflection of what used to be

Rooted, anchored, solid
Like a tree
Shedding its leaves annually
Left bare to breathe
To renew, to reform
A new identity

Free to crawl, stumble, fall
To rise like never before

The old died so I could be reborn