i am reborn every morning br when i rise expecting br good things from the day br getting my dose of raw reality br as the day moves along br by nightfall i crawl into bed br remembering i have been through br this kind of thing before br the almighty identity crisis br br every six or seven years br it comes without fail br i am uncomfortable feeling this frail br knowing i may change on the inside br or rearrange things on the outside br i should be used to it by now br my only consolation is in knowing br i will come out of it br stonger and more self-assured than beforehand br br written 11-11-05br br Faith Elizabeth Brighambr br