Not The Same - Angie Hart

When you climb

Out of a black well

You are not the same

You come to

In the blue air

With a long sore scar

Circling your chest

Like a shoreline

Of a deep new sea

Your hands are webbed

Inviting you

To trust yourself

In water stranger

And wilder

Than you’ve ever known

Your heart has a kick

Your eyes have a different bite

You have emerged

From some dark wonder

You can’t explain

You are not the same

You are not the same

You are not the same