Revived

Knelt down by the graves Of every self I've laid to rest Listening as their ghosts whisper by name I hear myself in all of them, to this I can attest; I am no different but I am no longer the same Made an off offering of rosemary, a promise to remember; One day I'll grow the grass as green as they, and some newer self will kneel here, in a far off late December; Knowing that she bloomed from my decay Knelt down by the graves to pay the changes my respect; With my knees covered in dirt, my soul is clean For all my ghosts stand hand in hand; every before with who came next I am only who I am, because of who I've been