Going back

Me, yesterday.

At times I like to go back
and read the words
I wrote.
Not because I am vain,
but to re-kindle
a fading flame.
The all to faint signal
of how I have changed.

Like a steaming cup of tea,
the words that make up my person-
or this new version,
of who I am.
My own little coffee shoppe.
These words, I put my name too-
I get to know myself better,
if at least, a bit more,
especially when what is written
makes me want to kiss the floor.

This is as close as I will ever come
to rewinding time,
to re-live, the innocence
and the anger- or ever more common
what was on my mind.

No matter how bawdy, or bland.
Each letter makes up, each hand.
Comma, quotation, periods.
(my inner organs)
Spaces and phrases,
the completed work-
however badly put,
string together my DNA.

Torn lined paper
dried black ink,
yes, every tortured metaphor,
are my fraction, of the earth.

No it is not vanity, the reason I return, 
this different me, but rather curiosity.
To read the world for a change, 
as it reads me.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This was awesome Miya! Not only did it have good form and flow, but it was a fantastic look at a journey through written memory. Like walking memory lane to gain perspective upon the past, how it has molded a person and then to take that wisdom and look back out into the world.
Well done!

Aaron

[paparapapa]

I can totally relate! I find the poem light but it still captivated me. Good flow and brilliant choice of words. Good job and keep them coming! ;)