So this is life; so this is what you run to and fro for.
So this is living, I always expected it to be so much more.
I am not unhappy. Empty, yes, but contentedly so.
I do not need saving. I'm my own angel, my own prize to show.

And this is love; both effortless and challenging, daily.
And this is work, my most and least favorite activity.
I am not stagnant. I have watered myself and now I grow.
I do not need pity. I have latched to it long enough to let go.

So this is honesty; terrifyingly vulnerable and strong.
This is maturity, dearly coveted right but often done wrong.
I am not young. I am six hundred million excruciating seconds old.
I do not need fear. I am apologetically alive, loud, and bold.

So these are all the things I never intended to see
All the things I never knew what the outcome of would be.
So these are all the things I never wanted to experience
All the reasons I was sure I wasn't meant to exist.