Poem: Finding me amongst the mayhem

Self identity, what does it mean?
Taken for granted, pre-assumed
Until your major beliefs are destroyed
Leaving you in a barren battlefield.

Like being airdropped into a strange town.
Take time to look around.
Find the familiar, find the new,
Make a list – what interests you?

A new coffee shop – same familiar taste.
A new dress shop – different but cool.
Familiar roads, don’t know where they go.
We head out anyway, discovering new.

Lipstick we loved – rediscovered again.
Sense of self worth, constructed anew
The town we knew is long gone.
New cities we found – even more cool.

New identity – Para is me
New look – confidence is me
New sport – Waka ama is me
New belief system – THIS IS ME!

[poem by Melanie Magowan]

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