All Those Who are Ourselves

All Those Who are Ourselves

There comes a time when I must
then release all those
Who are myself
…to live again.

Each old rag doll
That once was me
Could come back from that murky past
To skate again
On ever thinning ice.

To rise, is an idea

The persons that I was
Have been…
And they
Could be again

Those fading images….
…the time has come to bring them back

To have them fly
Like sea-gulls on the wing.
To soar, to fleet…to whoosh
To scud
And slide through space…

With me.

Kristine Byrne
10th July 2014