Two thousand one hundred and ninety sunrises,
Each one seen with new eyes
Filled with familiar sights
Yet all seen as if for the very first time

Two thousand one hundred and ninety days
Each one a twenty-four-hour slice
Of triumphs and disappointments
Both significant and trivial

Two thousand one hundred and ninety days
Each an identical collection of hours,
Yet all stand apart
From the two thousand and eighty nine days preceding.

None of which provided
Preparation for what awaited.
When the commitment was made
To live a life previously only imagined.

Two thousand one hundred and ninety sunsets,
The dying of the light drawing each to a close
Granting permission to the darkness
to open its memories, to share its secrets

Two thousand one hundred and ninety nights
Each a chance to relive what has transpired
To anticipate what awaits each coming day
in the shadow of my reincarnation.

Two thousand one hundred and ninety days,
From this new perspective
The wreckage of expectations and shattered preconceptions
Yields to the construction of new truths

Two thousand one hundred and ninety days of truth
Each rewriting a lifetime of deceit
Each erasing a bit more of self-deception
Until the truth stands proudly alone.