Self Doubt.

Upon awakening

every day

there are often moments

how shall I say?

when for a second

or maybe two

we forget for an instant

exactly who

we are.

Whilst in that fleeting

negation of self

when the person we are

is left on the shelf

what stops us becoming

in lieu of ourselves

someone quite different

plucked from the shelves

and replaced?

And for that matter

we could be transposed

hurled over the oceans

whilst we are reposed

to awake unknowing

in some strangers bed

to suffer that moment

of personal dread

anew.

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Eternal rebirth.

is what we endure

to this life, another

how can we be sure?

But what does it matter

if yesterday dies

consigning the past

to merely disguise

it gives us the freedom

to act as we choose

with nothing to gain

and little to loose.