The Old Life

The old life was what it was. It's fine.

Or it was for it's time. 

I don't want it all back.

It can stay in conversation and memory.

I was always dying

and being resurrected.

This new existence-

is it an afterlife?

I'm not entirely sure.

Surely, I am lucky.

I am fortunate. 

I know that much.

I'm not as blind as I used to be.

I still like company,

I still like feeling useful.

Why did I fight myself for so long?

So much to think upon.

So many words coming home.