when I wander down
the old, rutted paths,
finding words in my mouth
that I've discarded so many times,
finding myself tripping
in the same old ways
Take me back
to where my steps surprise me
and my words are new
and my presence
is a revelation
for me and others at the same time
as we all see ourselves
magnified in our epiphanies
about each other
and ourselves, too.
Take me back
to where my sight is true.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2023
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