To sit in uncomfortable silence with myself
Is like relearning how to ride a bike;
I shouldn't have to figure it out,
I should just know.
To live through the in between
Is deeply understanding some
While forgetting part of a whole;
All beknownst to them and not me.
It's taken miles to grow calmly
Into this grand peach tree
And yet unable to bear the fruit;
Perhaps I was struck in the storm.
Thus far, my reappearing act
Hasn't twinkled with magic
Nor basked in the secret word aloud;
It simply emerged slowly but surely.
The quiet serenity of learning
About the world and myself
In the shadows have been climacteric;
It didn't need to be loud–that, I am not.
The deep appreciation of becoming
Turned my miles into light-years;
It lit a burning sparkler
Into the once-dark sky.
And soon, the peach blossoms shall bloom.
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