Here I am
me with myself
in a thriving world of varieties.
Here I am
at the end
as I was
when I started
me with myself.
Journeyed,
yet same spot I took off
there, here I am, again
Deja vu.
I boomeranged
going out good and true, I returned-
gored,
flew, on the wings of trust-
and love, high
at the peak, they miraged,
incoming!
like the fallen angels
Down
down to here, I am
me with myself.
No better person to trust,
no better person to love,
no better person can give me- greater joy or lesser hurt than myself.
Here I am
upped and downed,
struggled,
gone with the wind
back home like the birds;
having flowed with the tide,
loved hopefully,
here I am,
again
ebbed back to the shore -
of myself
but now
stronger,
better,
richer
and wiser.