Rebirth

I

My daughter's men come fast, 

tearing hard and strong, 

at the space between my ears.

There's nothing here can stop

this rancour,

and I leave, quite undone.

II

For where can I go?

Once all has changed

and all must be relearned,

reformed in essence,

reborn through time,

though unchanged in person.

First breath, then thought,

now speech, soon feet,

remould, reform, remember,

forget, remember, forget, remember

each turn down which life leads me

forwards into new life.

I shall not forget from 

where I have come,

how far I have come,

to where I need move.

I 2015 - II 2022

By Benedict Cadwallader from The Journey