Old Words

Today I went digging
through the old words
looking for pieces of myself
that you would recognize.

But, I’m not there anymore,
buried under words and bodies,
buried under the weight of them.

I think of the women
who write volumes and then
light them on fire
when the story ends.

Well, I won’t engulf
mine in flames, but
I’m glad they aren’t
burning me anymore.

36/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year