Some say pain
Rewires the brain
Some way
Or another.
“How is your soul?”
How do I know?
I’m not that man
I was a day or so
Ago.
Or was it a year?
A lifetime?
Time means nothing
Rewriting the paths
Of thoughts
And words
And actions
Which made me who I was
Back then.
I like me now
But who was he?
What kind of man?
The one who came before
A blur in memory
Unaware of the pain
Which worked to retrain
His youth into the man
He is today
Aware and thriving
Though still unsure
Of where he is standing.