Almost 40 years old.
I did not expect,
for this
to be
the time
for me
to grow.
Life lessons have taught me,
the process may never end.
But I truly believe,
I have shed my last skin.
Moved past,
the broken bits
of a
fledgling
cocoon
Relinquished
artefacts
of a child
cracked
too
soon
Relinquished
the hope
that the glue
would come soon
Relinquished
the hope
that everything
would resume.
My grandmother is back,
the world is uncracked,
everything else can return
fully in tact.
Not yet 40 years old
and I've learned to let go,
of everything
I was
expected to hold
Almost 40 years old
and growing so bold
as to acknowldge
the harm
and
neglect to me.
40 years old
and I'm willing to hold
everything
that is
most dear
to me.