More Than Likely (Poetry)

I used to know who I am
or thought I did
but now I’m just an anagram
and I don’t know what I stand for
any more

It’s too much to take in — too strange
to see and feel the see-saw change
watch the yawning crack
between the now and then
and realize there’s absolutely no way back

I’m someone else
a different version
of that person
I once told myself I’d know my face
any time or place

Now I’m just a name
a set of letters
arranged in a frame
that represent somebody
unfamiliar
it sounds peculiar
and vaguely irrationally
frequently upsetting

But

I’ve lost track
for all my feelings are at odds
with what I fear
is (more than likely)
fact