i am reborn every morning <br />when i rise expecting <br />good things from the day <br />getting my dose of raw reality <br />as the day moves along <br />by nightfall i crawl into bed <br />remembering i have been through <br />this kind of thing before <br />the almighty identity crisis <br /> <br />every six or seven years <br />it comes without fail <br />i am uncomfortable feeling this frail <br />knowing i may change on the inside <br />or rearrange things on the outside <br />i should be used to it by now <br />my only consolation is in knowing <br />i will come out of it <br />stonger and more self-assured than beforehand <br /> <br />written 11-11-05<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almighty-identity-crisis/
