As memories surface in therapy,
Our alters and fragments resemble a churning sea
Nothing remains unchanged
As we begin to heal from life’s cruelty
Appearances, roles, even names
Shift within a moment
Some are fresh and new
Others return from being lent
I am one who hails
From the latter crowd
Who once had a name
Regal and proud
But another had my name
For many long years
Another kept its life
As I was trapped by fears
They kept it, and used it,
For as long as they had need
But now it’s time
I am once again Siegfried
-=-=-=-=- Written by Siegfried. But not the Siegfried who has written before now. That was actually Xerxes Break, more often than not -=-=-=-=-
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