I Go On
It’s about this time every year
That I find myself looking for my identity in hollow vases,
fists that have since lost their purpose and endless empty prayers
It’s about this time every year
I search for myself in people who cannot hold my entirety inside of them
Making faces into mirrors has only ever made me seem so much smaller
It’s about this time every year
That I call to the person I will be tomorrow,
for I know she will be worth this pain
It’s about this time every year
I search for myself in the people I have been, who have always held me
Not collateral damage, but a collage
It’s about this time every year
I must remind myself of this to go on
And I do
Every day, every year
I go on.