I am coming into my own
not in a flood
not in a storm
but in a drizzle
as a faint shower
on the cusp of autumn
nothing tempestuous
nothing tumultuous
just
a mist
I am coming out of my shell
not in a burst
not in a flash
but in a whisper
as a warm glow
in the cool of evening
nothing bright
nothing blazing
just
a flicker
I am learning how to be lost
not in a panic
not in a terror
but in a wandering
as a courageous vagabond
in her youthful travels
nothing known
nothing certain
just as
she is
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
I am coming into my own
not in a flood
not in a storm
but in a drizzle
as a faint shower
on the cusp of autumn
nothing tempestuous
nothing tumultuous
just
a mist
I am coming out of my shell
not in a burst
not in a flash
but in a whisper
as a warm glow
in the cool of evening
nothing bright
nothing blazing
just
a flicker
I am learning how to be lost
not in a panic
not in a terror
but in a wandering
as a courageous vagabond
in her youthful travels
nothing known
nothing certain
just as
she is