Identity
Fragmented reality
Western faith
The self
Eastern faith
One’s growth
West and East
compliment and clash
I relish the growth
I panic at the loss of established identity
I shift into another one
I incorporate a few
a hybrid of
then and now and later
I have a mission
To change what does not work
I know I need to mourn its loss
once I succeed
I have lost nearly everything
I used to have
My parasites
My ailments
My handicaps
I have gained new states of self
New worlds of inhabitance
The transition
feeling like a long tiring dream
I can’t pinch myself
but I feel everything
then and now and later
The struggle and resistance
of change
The horrific withdrawal from
who you used to be
into who you want to be
Continuously
the malleable self
the versatile personality
All you have to do is
choose it