Becoming Again
A poem about the slow, tender war of returning to yourself- of remembering the person you were before the world renamed you.
Forgetting yourself is the simplest thing.
You loosen your grip,
let the world name you,
let time press you into something smaller,
something quieter,
something else.
You don’t even notice the leaving.
One day, you wake up a stranger
wearing your skin,
answering to a voice
that does not belong to you.
But coming back
that is the war.
It is digging through the wreckage,
pulling your bones from the dust,
learning the language of your own mouth again.
It is choosing yourself
in a world that never taught you how.
It is calling your name
until it feels like home.