I am more.
I am less than me.
Me plus metal
And minus bone.
Plus scar
And minus skin.
Plus numb flesh
And minus sensation.
I am the answer
To this arithmetic.
A killer of me.
Slayer of my own
Nerve endings.
A reinterpreted me.
Adapted with
Non-native parts.
Updated.
And moving forward.
I like this! It speaks to me of growth, of movement, of positivity. I am more. What more is there to hope for? To be more than we were yesterday.
Thanks! That’s exactly what I was going for. Moving forward as the difference between and the sum of my old self.