A Reflection of Me (A Haiku)

Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,

I lost myself.

However in losing myself I gained a new identity.

Whether this identity is better than what I thought was myself?! I couldnt say.

Would I trade it for what or who I was?

I do not think so becuase in losing my self, notice I gained.

And in gaining I wont lose again.

Therefore I am no longer myself...

I am I and self

Fine with thyself, herself, re-born self.



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