This is an exercise that the wonderful Catherine Smith set during one of the original AppleHouse Poetry Workshops in the apple orchard studio at my home in the UK. It's a challenge, you'll see that. But it does force you to make every word count, to choose language that can suggest the most.
I have crossed an ocean
I have lost my tongue
from the root of the old one
a new one has sprung
Is this the poet's epilogue to her life so far, as she stands in it and looks back? It also reads as a very compact biography.
Can you write your biography with similar economy?
Let's be kind to ourselves and allow another two lines, if we need them.