Reinvention

Good morning.

It’s been a while since I’ve shared a new poem here. This is one I wrote recently, about reinvention. Try reading it aloud to yourself quietly. Poetry is meant to be read aloud. Yes, even to ourselves.

Love to you on this Sunday morning,

Tara

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Reinvention

There is always the possibility

of reinvention

sometimes born of longing

sometimes offered faintly,

like birdsong in your ear

sometimes—

born of pain.

Life is long for a reason.

So that every chapter swells

with a new chapter of us,

so there is time to change

the meaning of your name

to everyone around you,

and especially

to you.

When the name that once meant

tired girl comes to mean

she who rose again,

–then

art begins.

I met a woman

whose house burned down

and in the ashes

she found the blaze of her self.

Now it roars

still angry, sometimes uncontrolled,

always a blinding light.

If you see her on the street,

bow to her courage.

Stare back into her flickering animal eyes,

and know, she is fighting a fight.

-Tara Sophia Mohr

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