For All the Years I've Wandered Through My Life

For all the years I've wandered through my life
Inept at everything that matters most,
Fearing without thinking of the end,
Turning into dreams the loves I've lost;
Years as sister, daughter, mother, wife,

One beneath the selves the heavens send,
Neither changed nor changeless, tempest tossed
Even in dark worlds too deep for strife ...