Once too often
I have a sense of having been here before
Starting the day the same way
Visiting the same places
The faces I see are often the same
But the voices are different as are the names
Each conversation from beginning to end
All sound so familiar
I feel as though I’m recycling my life
Spanning over days, years, decades and centuries
I’ve seen myself as a slave
I’ve seen myself dying of hunger in a land so far away that it had no name
I’ve seen men hung for glancing at another man’s wife
I’ve seen the evil of hanging the innocent for fear that they were a witch
I’ve seen men dead in trenches
I’ve been in the bowls of deception
I feel unearthed as if to be sent to begin again elsewhere
To try to get it right this time
Someone out there believes in me
They are trusting that I will in fact succeed
So they send me out once again
To meet a goal that I’m not certain I know
Year’s later, I’m not sure what I’ll say
But I’m certain, it will feel just like yesterday
My only hope is that I will somehow still
Get to see you and that you will remember me
Déjà vu
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 