My name

My name came back to me
Slightly aloof
From years of standing aside
With childhood dreams
Untethered
With teenage woes
Unlettered
Coursing to extremes
To experience
Everything
All at once, at risk
Of feeling nothing
Or gaining so much
That we will never have
Time enough to reconnect

My name, poetry by Roshan Grossman

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