The Death We Call Change
Turning over a new leaf,
They called it;
It sounded so simple and gentle –
So quick and painless.
But in fact,
This process
This change
Is a death – a killing.
It turns me into
A murderer
Of my own self,
My old comfortable self.
And once that self is dead,
What will be left alive?
Can anyone ever really know
For sure?
