Lessons In Growth
As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to pack parts of myself away Not to hide, Rather to partition the pieces People have yet to acquire the depths to understand Sometimes explaining myself comes off as biting hands which have been holding me in place Feeding me gourmet crumbs for so long I forgot my body is starving for far more Although it has been surviving Desperately grasping onto strands of hope transformed into laurels Tangling my feet up so badly I forgot how to move forward A “stepping razor” is someone who is quick to fight Maybe we just need a little extra umph to help kick the weeds off our boots and finally let ourselves bloom