Altered soil.

I am hungry for a time,
When I do not have to wonder.
I want to be free to soar,
Without something dragging us under.
When I talk of times long past,
Of myself and what I’ve done,
I remember who she was,
The soul that feels long gone.
The same plant, in altered soil,
Can flower in a new shade.
My core may not have changed,
But there’s different in how I’m displayed.