I miss the person who I used to be.
Neither tender nor fierce,
simply existing,
not afraid to contemplate the future as either a hopeful place
or a somber one.
Now we are here together in that future,
but that younger self has hidden, afraid,
in the dark corners of my heart.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
I miss the person who I used to be.
Neither tender nor fierce,
simply existing,
not afraid to contemplate the future as either a hopeful place
or a somber one.
Now we are here together in that future,
but that younger self has hidden, afraid,
in the dark corners of my heart.
