Start over, you need to start over.
Not entirely, but with your thoughts,
With where you think you need to be.
’T’s cold outside. Empty.
Don’t see many people walking around.
You’re not them. Focus on you.
You’re ready to meet your own people,
Remember, we’re starting over.
I’m a writer. Regardless.
Regardless of what words are,
Written on my lanyard, of what it says
on my driver’s license, my résumé,
or what comes of the mouths of my loved ones
Pertaining to the question of “what it is I do.”
I’m a writer.
And I recognize that,
Because I’m starting over.
Quick drive down. Cut the engine.
Now I’m with them – the only ones who know
Who I really am. I know them too.
We smile, we laugh as we snack.
Because we all get. Regardless.
Regardless of what words are used out there.
We’ve started over.