Like a butterfly who misses the many legs it once had Back then when it could only crawl and climb Like a flower that misses itself at its shortest stem When it was just a seedling right before its prime
There are moments when nostalgia hits Too much that it makes me unaligned I ponder if I should regress to who I once was Only to go against my evolutionary design
Or perhaps I just miss knowing I was loved So I question whether again, I would find Acceptance and belonging with fond memories With the current identity I now reside
I could go back and make things simple again Go along with what I’ve been assigned It's been done before, a path predetermined With the name I was given at the starting line
When I consider such a thought I feel much resistance As though I am forfeiting without much of a fight I feel caged, suffocated with helplessness If I had to persist in a life limited to foresight
Know where I've been so I know where I’m going Where is the bridge where these two paths combine? To keep treading forward as I shed all that is unbecoming Becoming a way of being I can personally identify