One of my desires is that those insecurities,
So rusted and worn they scarcely show displease.
Were not as twere the merest thoughts of doom,
But faded into a space unbloomed.
I should not be detained but that in the future,
Into my own I shall venture.
Fearless in standing my ground,
Or words to thoughts I have found.
I did not see how much I had changed the past,
Until others settled along my path.
To know oneself with fashions tools,
Styling the experiment where I am the mule.
They and I would find me changed,
But sure of I and what’s remained.