Metamorphosis
I am the same person now as I was at 18
In name only.
Every single cell has died and been renewed.
Each hair, once black now grey,
Has grown, been cut, and grown again.
Nails too. Bitten. Cut. Blackened. Regenerated.
Emotionally weathered by time.
More confident, but less certain.
Outlooks broadened. Waistline too.
Taller. Older. More experienced.
But wiser?
Only the name remains the same.
And the eyes.
The eyes never change.
A thread through time.
Linking two different people
Who share my name.
