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I wonder if one can be reborn
as a poet,
leaving one life behind
and entering into a new life
and a new identity…
becoming a new person.
Don’t they say that
our inspiration is from
the spirit -
whatever that might mean.

For me
this transformation
was not one of leaving behind
what the Bible might call
a sinful life
for one of a higher calling -
no, my basic nature now,
is the same as it was 10 years ago
and 10 years before that.

For me, the transformation
was one of finding self discovery
and then self expression.
The shy boy I was
for those first 24 or so years
of my life
did not even consider
making himself known
or expressing himself…
he hid himself
was unknown
and didn’t think he had anything
to say.

Sometimes it seems
that I’m still invisible.

- bruce whealton


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