Come and tell me who I am,

And I’ll believe you

I’ve forgotten who I was –

Or never knew

/

I am turning a new page;

It’s voidness scares me,

And I beg, ‘write something now,

Write something true’

/

Come and tell me that I’m not

What mirrors tell me:

That I’m not a cracked vessel

Of stale dreams

/

Not a little girl at heart –

With aging features,

Whose old world is bursting

At the seams

/

Come and tell me what you think

I ought to be now;

Write a page for me

In my unfinished book

/

I am almost done with it; perhaps

Another couple stories;

At the ones that came before

I cannot bear to look