How many times can one be born?
The first time, although I don’t remember
must’ve been quite remarkable for me—
shocking, scary, cold, rude
a foundation for instructions
‘Don’t do that, be this, do that.
Do it right.’
And again at 13,
This time by choice
Important, hopeful, teary eyed
New instructions, different yet the same
‘Don’t do that, be this, do that.’
Hard to do it right.
The third time’s a charm
though not quite there at 38.
What will the next one hold
A clean slate, clear head, future, hope
Affirmation now rather than instruction
I don’t have to do that
I can be this
I can do that
I will do it right.