I need to get back.
Not my my roots, but back to me.
And I don't know particularly who that is.
Because you see... there are parts of me I have yet to meet.
I need not to go where I have been, but towards me.
Not back I suppose, but somewhere that is forward.
Changing my tone of voice, thinking, reactions and reaction times.
In doing this I am coming up with solutions to problems before they can exist.
And before this, before the desire of forward…
After speaking, I probably would have apologized for being so forward.
I am left now only wondering why.
And despite society's realization of how looking back leaves us stationary, I never hear anyone apologize for being backward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only wondering! Thanks for sharing.