Brain Captures

“Who are you?”
I ask,
As I go to meet their eyes.

“I’m you,”
They say,
With that look into my soul.

“But…”
I start,
Knowing not where to begin.

“People change,”
They say simply.
“You change.”

“I still don’t understand,”
I tell them,
But they make me think I do.

“Remember those times,”
They start
“You would never read a poem?”

I nod
And hope they go on,
With relief for when they do.

“You make poetry.”
I stare incredulously.
“You write too.”

“You read books that change you,
Just as the moon changes phases.”
I remember all the things left unread.

“You reinvent yourself,
As it’s the only way you can carry on.”
I fail to comprehend.

“You’ll understand,”
They promise.
“But tell me one more thing—”

I perch as if on the edge of a cliff,
Only a soft whisper needed to push me off,
And still they whisper.

“You will fall,”
They begin,
“But you will rise again.”

And just like that,
I’m falling.

I feel myself fade into the darkness
And I hear that voice say,
“Be brave for this next part…”