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Almighty Identity Crisis
FEB (May 14,1953 / Pittsburgh, PA)

Almighty Identity Crisis

Poem By Faith Elizabeth Brigham

i am reborn every morning
when i rise expecting
good things from the day
getting my dose of raw reality
as the day moves along
by nightfall i crawl into bed
remembering i have been through
this kind of thing before
the almighty identity crisis

every six or seven years
it comes without fail
i am uncomfortable feeling this frail
knowing i may change on the inside
or rearrange things on the outside
i should be used to it by now
my only consolation is in knowing
i will come out of it
stonger and more self-assured than beforehand

written 11-11-05

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