I am a five foot reminder
A walking memory of all the choices I made
A detailed description of a past that lost its place
And I’ve stopped saying I’m sorry.
I am bones that crack under pressure
And voices that grow tired before their feet do
I am decisions that are not entirely my own
And I’m learning to not be okay with that.
I am 10 words longer than the normal sentence
And I wasted too much time wishing life had a backspace button
I am my own shadow
And I’ve been trying too hard to keep up.
I am English seminars that read into things
Which maybe says a lot about why I took them
I am more questions than I am answers
And I am learning that it is okay to be unfinished.