I
let the waves
take me back
to the shore.

I used to define myself by how successful I was,
whether it was through stacking accolades,
the praise I receive from others,
or just plain getting what I want.
I don't want to be that kind of person anymore.
Let what I love define me.

You
are my morning song,
and my favorite evening lullaby.

are often unsteady;
you could see it when
I write,
as the words
form on formerly
blank
sheets in a jumbled mess
though not devoid of
meaning
as I found it
with my hand
kept safely in yours.