You said,"Come and take a walk round my mind,"
and I did.
What you didn't tell me
was that it would not be as simple as that;
not the simple stroll through a child's picture garden
you led me to believe.
Gaily stepped I,
into not a land
but a life -
(like looking back through
a mirror
at the mirror's image
of the world from which I have just jumped,
and come face to face
with myself coming in,
recoil).
I would call it being reborn,
but that is not an adequate word.
I can't deny all that ever made me,
as to say "reborn" would imply.
What word means
take a life
and reshape through the mind
of another?
I suppose
sort of like a giant cocktail shaker-
The ingredients were all there,
and you were life's waiter.
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