used to be somebody else.
It’s just what happens.
We can't sit in these rooms
with half an ear open,
with any inclination to wish,
with despair at our lives
with hopelessness
and not catch a taste,
see a hint,
have a fertile seed of hope.
And when that wall we've set up
begins to erode, springs a tiny leak
then the flood of recovery
will follow, washing away who we were
and leaving somebody else.
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