OUT OF EXILE...

A soulful search along the shores of my memory
For the core of what made me...
The waves that lashed over me to recede away from something new
each time...
The winds that blew past me
and changed her course from the cold
each time...
Feet burying into soft wet sand
sinking into footprints that live a second
each time...
My skirt is damp sticking to my thighs
The skin tingles in the cold...
shivers as the chillness
hangs around me like an icy cloak ... moulding what is me.
The waves come and go...
with a new thought in my head.
a new shred of a new self...
slipping into place
effortlessly
like it was always there
embedded under my skin
unmindful of its birth, its origin

I change
but eyes can't tell
how or when.

I change
unaware to the self.

I
am always a new me.