Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between dying and being reborn.
But when it’s happening, I accept it. I don’t fight it.
I let it wash over me like a tsunami.
And I am engulfed by the sea.
I am always looking to get myself into trouble.
I’m the puppy that eats your shoes time and time again only to be kicked.. repeatedly…
I’m a cat that climbs up a tree just to get to the top.. I get there only to realize that I can’t get down…
I got myself here and I’m sure this is all part of a sequence of learning experiences.
I will grow and change into a new person because of these experiences.
Like a chemical reaction, I will quickly become unrecognizable from my original form. Forever changed by this rearrangement of my structure.
Someday I may look back and be happy this happened.
**Late 2015 // old poem. two years later looking back I am happy things happened the way that they did. It’s important to hold onto the hope that things will get better, trust that they will