26

Twenty five, and I feel as if I’m running out of time –

Though, I know this is a lie; I thought this little life of mine would be sublime.

And in the end it may not be and that’s alright,

But, I hold onto hope.

This was twenty five.

The year I trusted my body,

Leaned in and held her, as she lead me where my soul longed to be.

A journey most did not have sight to see,

Though for some; they know I am finally free.

Stepping into anew, washing off all that I left in my hollowed cocoon,

Where I shed more than I could carry;

Now covered in sweet oil and rosemary,

Tending my garden and lost seeds sewn,

I have finally found a place to call my own, I’ve chosen a home.

Where my hidden soft roses can finally learn to grow,

I no longer feel as if I am in this life alone, as I did so long ago.

I welcome and embrace you, year 26.

And tenderly kiss you goodbye, year 25.

Now more than ever I feel, oh so alive.