I am cracking – breaking
shining through and coming out.
I am me at twelve, eight, four,
curious and aware, eagle eyed and
I am greedy.
The other day I laid on the couch and
I stared up at the ceiling and
I watched the texture of the ceiling form shapes
that told me what I already knew.
You had packed yourself away in storage boxes and
hidden the parts of yourself that didn’t fit anymore and
it’s about time that you gave yourself a little room to
breathe, relax, let loose, be yourself.
I am coming apart at the seams
I am stretching out, bones breaking, snapping.
I am taller – wiser – smarter –
all the things I was before
but hidden somewhere.
I was the self-appointed guard,
I was the lock and key.
I am seeing everything that was already there
for the first time.