I am finding myself again in the pavement under my feet and 7-Eleven coffees after work,
library nights and wearing out sneakers on two-mile walks in the cold,
old habits find their way back quickly like life was on pause, hibernating for years while I burrowed into you, burying parts of my identity to make space for us
invisible compromises dig themselves out from graves six feet deep
and I take inventory again
of who I am and what I want and where I'm going,
of all the things I used to know and all the things I learned,
of who I am without restraints I couldn't see until the shackles came off in your absence
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Comments (2)
Great poem, thank you for sharing.
This was extremely powerful! Loved it so much!