New Me

hot. sweaty. sticky.

I slide down the wall in my room

begin typing, trying to record the feeling

raw. anew. cracked.

 

minutes before I stood outside, working

dark out, with headphones in, full volume

every thought in my head poured into the dark

and I found a new me hiding at the bottom

 

eyes closed, standing in the front yard

I screamed lyrics to every song I owned

now words pour across the screen

frantic with the new emotion I found

 

eyes opened, everything familiar, the same

this new lesson learned, new tool in my arsenal

I start another chapter, record another memory

the new me speaks in a new way

 

cool. stiff. sore.

I look up at a new altered world

the change documented between my fingers

born. clear. ready. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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