Rearranging

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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