Ode To Self

ODE TO SELF

I used to be a writer

I no longer am

I used to be a yoga teacher

I no longer am

I used to be a weaver of ritual, a crafter of ceremony

I no longer am

I used to be the life of the party

I no longer am

I used wear make up every time I left the house

I no longer care

I used to be a girlfriend, a daughter, a sister

I no longer am

I used to pour drinks, serve food and nourish the ones I love

I no longer can

I used to be busy and hard working

I no longer am

I used to care what others thought and seek validation

I no longer do

I used tolerate BS

I no longer can

I used to be a dancer

I no longer am

I used to be a traveller

I no longer am

I used to enjoy loudly listening to music of the world

I no longer can

I was once drawn to complexity over simplicity

I no longer am

I used to be a devout student

I no longer am

I used to feel worthy of contractual love

I no longer do

I was once in love with God, Goddess and all her glory

I no longer am

I used to dream and think and create

I no longer can

I used to be able bodied

I no longer am

I used to grieve my losses

I no longer can

So what's left?

Who am I?

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