A new me was born in that darkness;
I scarcely noticed this change while
wandering beneath the dim stars
But I’ve begun seeing my second self
in reflective pools of spilled moonlight
I am no longer gleaming with youth’s beauty
Gone are the days of spare hands to hold
The soft and smiling boy is now a rarity
Still, I somehow like who I see
For I recall asking the inferior shadows,
“Am I really so vile to end up this lonely?”
When their infection failed, I learned
how to bellow a resounding “No.”
And time has helped me believe
You could wrongly assume that
these egoisms are of little import
But the fact remains steadfast that I
will someday rejoin the civilly social;
my aim is to know my worth when I do
Unlike before, I will attract my own kind
Unlike before, I will only plant in passion’s soil
That half-life which led me into the nether will
never hold sway over this being again
As dawn as my witness, I won’t waste the morn
The sun is a stranger I will love at first sight
So when you think of me, forget who you knew,
because the new me is far better
than your beckoned delight
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