No Parking Poem by Sarah Cotnam

I have come to the road stop
gone from the place of need to change clothes and roles
to the real –whatever that is-
the time to change: the last sensible reinvent
Phase one: complete

Time to be consistent, coherent, and determined
to believe in a me worth projecting
and project
as loud as I possibly can
to ensure myself that those I lost
and those I ran away from
know me, remember me, and forgive me
in every light I wished them to have seen me
by projecting myself in every light I wish them to see
for all my steps forward
and to do so honestly.

I have come to the road stop
of turn left for the turn-a-round or right
to keep on trekking