rounding out
i feel the corners of my being rounding out From a jagged defensive youth to a dimpled circle Many parts of me still sting when prodded But i generally have a better sense of who i am
There was a time A moment as tangible as yesterday and yet still a lifetime ago When I laid in bed crying Completely unaware of who i was on a fundamental level
like i forgot the passcode to myself I couldn’t log in and see my photos in Banff or the flowers from last spring I would say I was a shell of myself but i was even less, i was the crumbs at the bottom of the bag Tiny fragments of a bigger thing but ultimately insignificant
And now looking back on that sad apathetic girl Pulled in so many directions that I didn’t end up in any of them
I can reach back in time and put my arm on her back And tell her some day, she will know herself