epi_writes: a beginning on a series of self-portrait poetry

by epi

Even louder than I am praying to forget
These things I’ve done, that I promised
(a myself I barely know anymore)
I would never do, I pray that
In 20 years, when they ask me
If I ever dreamed, if I ever imagined
That one day I would become… “this”
I am not forced to choke on the
Yeses that flow far easier than they
Would’ve 20 years before.

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