Alias Poem by Laurence Overmire

The name must be changed
Bad memories linger on old hooks
No longer meet for hanging hats.

There is a time to move on.

To begin again, to create anew
Find the music that only tunes the ear
When improvised out of old catechisms and

Dissonant lies.

The doors open—in blistering deserts of
Barren soul
Oasis in the smile of an untrusted stranger.

Don't lose hope.

Time is a weaver with many a colored thread
The choosing of each laid in intricate design
To fit your own particular tapestry

Takes the longest while.

Give yourself quiet, gentle care
There is no need too great for the humbling
The outstretched hand is, without an agonized doubt

The great truth that must be recognized.

~ Laurence Overmire