Reminder to Myself by Pat West
True, you walked out the door,
never looked back at what formed
your beginning, instead sought
new identities—bits and pieces
found along the tracks. In an attempt
to lose what your father stole, you left
behind what suffocated.
New opportunities appear, find
you with old mistakes spread
across your desk, pondering each little
misstep. And yet, you continue
to ignore your true project. Which could
be why you still suffer from a lack of
oxygen. The rest of your years may
be one long search-party for the final you.
Start with this. Acknowledge the evidence
that created the riot in your soul—that epic
longing for a new beginning. Draw a line
under the past and start fresh.
