Before curiosity
A poem about the invitation before we’re ready for curiosity
when you can’t find
anything familiar
to orient yourself to
what does it mean to
begin again?
to find new pieces of ground
to stop looking back
for what is normal
and instead
to ask for new eyes
to create an entirely new life?
it seems i could
knock myself senseless
against this concrete
wall of my old life
that refuses to give
but then i am simply
recreating a version
of myself that feels
too much like the past
every part of my life
is forcing me into
a new reckoning
i hate this
i want to be curious
but i’m not yet there
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