
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