but I have cycled round again
like tree rings, layer on layer of growth,
branching upon branching
I have not changed
but I have pulled the veil away
layer by layer,
coming towards a clearer focus
All this time I thought that I was changing
but that was part of me —
the ever hopeful slant,
the sense of progress
which has come with me
like my hands, my eyebrows
And I will not change
until the final veil’s lifting
shows what I have always been,
changing me all the way back
through my past, and showing how
I have never changed.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 12, 2018
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