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