I read a poem,
written long ago,
written by me

I read it aloud for my
speech coach

(by the way,
she is an angel,
of the highest order) 

It takes time,
So          so         so much time,
It's slow and halting,

I should not have
used such long words

Like:
destination and direction-less
and deliberately and cautiousness

But who knew?

I recognize my own writing,
But don't recognize myself…
not yet.