Like the ship of Theseus;
One day regenerated,
With each old piece cast off,
We too are made new over time.
The change is so slow
That it is often imperceptible:
Slipping by us,
As cells regenerate,
Opinions change,
We embrace parts of ourselves
And forget others.
What made us ‘us’
Becomes no longer.
When we look around,
We realise that we are new ships
Yet the same ships:
The same spirit inside of us,
But we sail a little faster
Or we are wound a little tighter.
We lean into this wind
Because we have seen these seas before.
We have become anew
Silently.
We never noticed.
Now we are changed
And wise,
Our tastes different
Our lives different
But there is some essence of us
That will always remain within.