Poem: The Hope To Not Repeat

the autobiography you never knew you’d write

is the one you add to each and every night – confession

here, reminder there – stories arrive when you

sit to ponder, are they ‘good’ you almost never

wonder, instead the job is to get them down – add to

the files, surround yourself with reminders of who

you used to be and always the quest to shed that

skin, to reme…