Many Faces

It looks like each of us

despite all difference

a rush or a shock

or a peaceful dream

reaching that sudden stop

and every story changes

we move from flaws to perfection

new angels tilting at windmills

whether we lingered

over our unique agonies

or shifted in the blink of an eye

we are elevated onto pedestals

and songs are written to honor us

complicated pasts are on a clean slate

as our histories are rewritten

we become the new narrative

unrecognizable to ourselves

wearing many faces

but seeing only one – Caroline A. Slee