I withdrew from regular life,
For a time that extended on.
I intended a short retreat.
But it became Noah's Ark.
I tried to come back,
Several times
And again, again.
The more I tried,
the longer I was gone.
I stopped trying.
I stopped.
Kept going,
But stopped.
Now I'm finished..
Somehow, finished with the old, with the new.
Where I am is where I was.
I wish I knew who I am.
Who am I ?
Time to re-enter.
Time to start.
To become a new self,
Built on old parts.
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