Change

A day of change is
Always highlighted by
A cleansing.

To wash away
The old pains
As so much unwanted chattel.

A dread arrives,
Despite the desire,
For can it leave glory?

I wish for an ascendance,
And secretly dread my fall,
Back into the poorer man.

Into the boy,
The young no one wanted,
The loser of the early.

Forgotten once more,
I aim to rediscovery,
To reinvent and change.